Doc shrugged. “Maybe she was just tired of ownership.”
“Who bought it?” Cap asked.
“Why wouldn’t she come to us for something like that?” Brutus asked.
But when Ranger pulled up the name associated with the sale of the business right here in Redd Valley, the name stuck out.
Robert Dahl.
“Sorry, what?” Scout asked.
Ranger snarled as he hunched over his laptop and pulled up rental and purchase agreements for all of the businesses in our downtown area.
Only to find that a man by the name of Joshua Langley had bought up an old bar that closed down next to Ghost’s and a man by the name of Adam Pierceson had bought out three of the five food trucks that serviced downtown Redd Valley during its celebratory weekends.
Which was basically every weekend.
This town loved to celebrate over something.
All of us just stood there for a second, staring at the names. Staring at the formal paperwork. The signatures.
It took us all by such surprise.
“How the fuck did we not know this was happening?” Cap glowered as he turned to face us. “How the fuck did we not know!?”
I just shook my head. “They didn’t come to us, that’s why we didn’t know. Our status in this community relies on them feeling comfortable enough to come to us with shit.”
Cap tossed his hands into the air. “Then why wouldn’t they come to us with this!? I mean, look at those fucking terms on Bonnie’s business sale. She’s taking a damn pay cut, her staff was slashed in half, and she’s still on the fucking hook for the property taxes. She was fucking scammed!”
“By the men who run this law firm,” Ranger said as he pulled up the page of the website that had the law firm’s partners and pictures on there.
And the top three motherfuckers were Robert Dahl, Adam Pierceson, and Joshua Langley.
“There,” Ranger said as he pointed at the screen, “as far as I’m concerned, that’s our proof. The fuck does a law firm want some food trucks and a couple of businesses for?”
“Those were personal transactions,” Scout said as he stood and walked over to the projector screens. “They didn’t do this with the law firm. They did this with their own money.”
“And left a paper trail to boot,” Ranger said as he flopped back into his chair.
My eyes gravitated to Cap, who was already looking at me.
I smirked beneath my mask.
“All right,” Cap said as he pinched the bridge of his nose, “here’s what we’ve got. We’ve got three assholes purchasing up properties and businesses in our town that we swore we’d protect, even if they didn’t pay us the monthly allotment for protection. That already puts us on the backfoot with them. Coupled with the fact that the car chasing that woman had the firm’s logo attached to the side of it and what that woman screamed when she rolled up on us? We’ve got enough to do some more digging.”
“Thank fuck,” Ranger muttered.
I piped up. “What do you want me to do?”
Cap turned and faced me, dropping all pretense. “I want you to do what you do, if the club agrees with it.”
“Yes,” they all said in unison.
I chuckled. “So you want me to?—”
Cap interrupted me. “I want you to infiltrate as much of that place as possible. We’ve got pieces to a puzzle, but not the full picture.”
“Do you want me to find a way to get hired at that place?” I asked. “Or are you looking for a connection on the inside?”
