Twenty minutes later, Yak came back with a member of Corrupt Chrome.His cut indicated his road name was Bridge, and he was the president of the chapter.He came into the room and Yak shot Volt a concerned look.
“Just you?”Volt asked.
Bridge nodded while he took a seat across from us.“Yeah.”
Lark heaved a sigh.“With all due respect, the issue Sig has with me is between him and his woman.If I’d known she wore a property patch, I wouldn’t have given her the time of day.”
Bridge’s head moved in a couple of small nods, then he jerked his head toward me.“Why is he here?”
Volt cleared his throat.“He’s the brother who tried to stop an abduction ordered by Rusty – he claims to be connected to your club and knew about Sig’s woman being with Lark.”
Bridge frowned.“Don’t have any members named Rusty – road name or legal name.”
“He had his cousins carry it out.Boyd and…” Volt trailed off looking at me.
“Campbell,” I said.
Bridge’s face moved a miniscule amount – I almost missed it.
We waited him out.After a long, tense moment, he said, “Two wanna-be prospects go by those names.”
Volt’s brows drew together.“So, they’re hang-arounds.”
Bridge shook his head.“No, if they’d bought bikes they’d have been prospects.Only thing holding them back, so they’re a step up from hang-arounds.”
“Not in most clubs,” Lark muttered.
“Different club, different rules,” Volt said.
“Right.They’re both Sig’s nephews,” Bridge said.
I kept a stony face.Deep down I hated that we hadthreebeefs with Sig.
“Be good if Sig were here,” Volt said.
“Yeah,” Bridge leaned to the side.I went tense at the movement until I saw him pull out his cell phone from his pocket.
While Bridge unlocked his phone, Volt said, “Did you or Sig know those two had come out here?They were here four months ago and came back this past Monday.If Rusty’s their cousin, wouldn’t Rusty be Sig’s nephew too?”
“Not to my knowledge.Asked about that in my text.Along with an order to get his ass over here.”
Something about this felt wrong.My gut expected Bridge to brush this off as a misunderstanding.On the surface that would work, but I couldn’t see any biker letting all three issues go.
If anything it would make us more vulnerable.What better way to fuck with Lark than to frame him for a double homicide.
Lark shook his head.“Is Sig that close?”
Bridge shrugged one shoulder.“He isn’t too far.”
We sat in silence for a few minutes.
The door opened and Yak stuck his head inside.“Biker named Sig is at the door.”
“Pat him down and send him back,” Volt said.
“Always so cautious,” Bridge muttered.
“Caution prevents an ambush – most of the time,” Volt said.
