I clicked my tongue. “Just looked like a lot of commotion was going on back there in those interrogation rooms.”
Bender barked with laughter. “I met your buddy Jason.”
I froze. Had I come up as a topic of conversation in that interrogation room? Why? I wasn’t involved in any of this shit. Why would Jason be talking about me to—
Focus. Now isn’t the time.“You guys need a ride?”
I thumbed over my shoulder back at my car and the two men looked at each other. They murmured to one another so lowly that I couldn't make out what they were saying. However, once they turned their attention back to me, they both shrugged.
“Guess it can’t hurt,” Fangs said.
“Shotgun,” Bender said as he made his way for the passenger’s side of my car.
The three of us clamored to get into my car before Fangs told me to take them back to Heist. I had no idea why in the world they wanted to go back there, but I didn’t want to piss them off. So, I obliged. I cranked my car’s engine and backed out of the parking space, turning myself in the direction of the club.
And as the police station fell into the horizon off in the distance, silence filled the cabin of my car.
“Probably the quietest a journalist has ever been in our presence,” Fangs said with a chuckle.
I peeked over at Bender, who sat there staring out the window.
“Tough crowd, then,” Fangs murmured.
I wanted to get Bender away from the man he had introduced as the President of the club. I knew I stood a better chance at getting him to answer my questions if their commander wasn’t breathing down the back of his neck. But, how? I racked my brain for answers, but none came.
Of course, one scary as hell option popped up in the back of my mind. I always carried a gun with me. I had my conceal-carry permit as well as a small handgun stashed in my purse at all times, just in case I got myself into shitty scenarios.
I could hold him up for the information.
“If I want to get killed, sure,” I murmured.
“What?” Bender asked flatly.
I cleared my throat. “Nothing, just talking to myself.
“Well, stop. It’s annoying.”
I scoffed as I shook my head and had half of a mind to kick their asses out of my fucking car. But, I had to try and find a way to connect with these guys. I had to find a way to get them to trust me so that my questions wouldn’t hit brick walls and fall to the ground, lifeless. Fangs kept trying to crack jokes in an attempt to get one of us to do something other than sit there while Bender just stared straight ahead.
It wasn’t until I pulled up to the caution tape that still surrounded the club that Fangs cleared his throat.
“Actually, Bender? Go back to the clubhouse. I’ve got shit here, but the guys have probably regrouped there and need some answers.”
Bender simply nodded. “Got it.”
Fangs pushed the car door open. “Let me know when you get there safely.”
“Yep,” Bender murmured.
And after Fangs slammed my fucking door closed, I realized that I had already accomplished step one.
“Well, you heard the man,” Bender said as he shifted in his seat, “get to the clubhouse. You already know where it is.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You aren’t going to tell me anything, are you?”
He didn’t bother looking at me. “Depends. Are you done trying to figure out what happened the other night?”
“Nope.”
