“Are you thinking legit business?” Rebel asks.
“Yeah, what we put into it we’ll make back within a few months?” he looks to Blaze to answer that, and he nods.
“Once it’s up and running, we can bring in some in house dealers, take a cut,” Razer says.
“Blaze run the numbers, if it’s doable, Razer work on the purchase. Once we have it, we’ll figure out next steps from there.”
Razer nods. He studied law in community college before he joined the club. He never passed the bar, but he understands it better than the rest of us and it’s the kind of shit he likes to do.
“Everyone in agreement?” Nero asks.
No one disputes it.
“Okay. Anyone have anything they want to bring up?”
“Where are we with Storm,” Stryker asks.
“Still can’t nail down a location,” Blaze says in annoyance. “But I’ve got a few ideas I’m working on.”
“What ideas?” Nero asks.
“Nothing I want to go into yet, Prez, if that’s okay? I’m trying to think outside the box.”
Nero frowns but after a moment he nods and tells him to keep him up to date. No one else has any further information on Storm but we’re all working with our contacts to find out what we can.
“Things have got heavy the last few weeks, we’ve had to deal with some bad shit that I know none of us ever like to do, so I was going to suggest we arrange a cookout. Invite the community.”
“You sure it’s the right time?” Rebel asks.
Nero scrubs a hand over his chin. “Yeah. We’re not going to go on the back foot and hide until we flush that little prick out. And I think everyone could do with letting off some steam. Rebel, can you get Raven to set something up?”
He nods, checking his phone which makes Nero frown but they have one of their weird silent conversations so no one questions them.
Nero asks me to hang back when everyone else heads out. Once it’s just the two of us, he gets up and goes to the fridge, grabbing two beers. I take one, waiting for him to say what he wants me for.
“I need your help to find someone.”
“Okay,” I nod, popping the cap off my beer and taking a swallow. “Who?”
“You know Speedway has a sister, Sheridan?”
“Think so, she came round a bit a few years ago, didn’t get on with Raven.”
“Yeah, that’s the one,” he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Fought with Raven is what we really mean. No one ever did find out what went down that caused the usually unflappable Raven to lose hershit and throw a drink at Speedway’s sister. Pretty much everyone in the bar was stunned when she grabbed Sheridan by the hair and threw her out of the bar.
“She in trouble?”
“Not sure. She originally went to Alexandria, but he tracked her to Kentucky.”
“That’s kind of a hard left on the highway.”
He doesn’t acknowledge my analogy of the two places being massively far apart. He’s used to me by now.
“You got people back home could help?”
“Nashville is close to the state line with Kentucky but it’s a big state.”
