Viper shrugged. “I kind of want their head on a spike, too.”
A round of chuckles made its way around the room before I cleared my throat.
“Reaper? You know what I’m about to ask,” I said.
He drew in a deep breath. “And I have an answer for you. Yes, I have already combed through all of the footage from last night that got logged onto our security camera system. But there’s nothing.”
Fangs blinked. “Nothing?”
I balked. “Nothing at all?”
Reaper sighed. “Absolutely nothing. Which means that whoever fucking pulled this off was familiar with our systems.”
“Bastards,” Angel grumbled.
“Is there someone on the footage that looks even slightly guilty? Someone who’s hiding their face? Anything?” Fangs asked.
Reaper nodded. “There’s one shot of someone in a black cap and black suit heading up the steps that go right into that V.I.P. room. But it’s the only shot I’ve got of them. They’re so well-covered that I don’t even know the color of their skin.”
Goose spoke up for the first time since we had started church. “But if you have them on camera, we can at least estimate a height and weight composition, right?”
Fangs grinned. “Care to do your dirty work?”
Goose cracked his knuckles. “Fine by me. Show me the footage.”
Reaper rushed to get his laptop and we all gathered around Goose at the kitchen table in the clubhouse. Reaper pulled up the fifteen second stretch of footage that had this asshole walking up the steps and Goose did what he could to enlarge the image. He studied it from left to right. Up and down. Front to back, and even rewound. And after about twenty minutes of memorizing the whole damned thing, he cleared his throat.
“See how the guy’s head is—”
Fangs placed his hand on Goose’s shoulder. “I don’t mean to rush you, but can we hurry this up?”
Goose chuckled. “I hear ya. He looks to be about five-foot-nine. He’s broad in his shoulders, but thin in the waist. And I know this is a Devil’s Rage member.”
Reaper paused. “How do you know?”
Goose fast-forwarded the footage before he paused. “See that on his wrist?”
We all had to squint before Fangs growled. “Those stupid motherfuckers.”
My jaw hit the floor. “That’s part of their initiation tattoo. The ones they get right on their wrists.”
Goose nodded. “It was absolutely the Devil’s Rage.”
Fangs clapped his shoulder. “You’re fucking amazing. That’s exactly what we needed. Bender?”
I ripped my cell phone out of my cut’s pocket. “Already on it. I’m gonna call the head of those billionaire’s thugs and let them know that we’ve got footage confirming who we believe it is. That should at least get them off our fucking back.”
“Here,” Reaper said as he took the reins on his laptop, “let me get you this little snippet sent to your phone so you can forward it to them. I’m sure they’re going to want to see it.”
And when the text came flying through to my phone, I made my way outside.
Before I dialed that thug’s number.
“What?” he snapped.
I chuckled. “Bad time? Hope you’re getting your dick wet.”
“Who the fuck is this?”
