“Shut the fuck up, Semi,” I growled out.
Semi, thankfully, shut the fuck up. “Sorry, Prez.”
Vin shook his head in annoyance. “Crank, get looking for the bug—right after you get seen by the doc again. Semi, take Jase and get out looking for Skate. Sketch, help me get this shit sorted out. I need to get JP and Buddy back here ASAP, but something is definitely going down in Georgia so it ain’t gonna be easy.”
He slammed the gavel down and Crank and Semi left the room. Vin sat back down in his chair and looked at me, his look serious. He lit another cigarette and I did the same.
“This club is in pieces. I hate to do this to you because I know you got plans and shit, but I need you and Crank to stick around for a little longer.”
“Already intended to, Prez,” I replied, and he looked relieved. “We’ll stick around until this shit is cleared up.”
“That’s good to hear, Sketch.”
I didn’t bother to tell him that I’d already had the idea of sticking around before this shit had gone down. Didn’t really seem relevant. The main thing was that Crank and I were staying for the foreseeable future.
Certainly until we found the bug and shut that shit down. We still had to find where the fuck Skate had gone to.
I sighed heavily. We’d help get this club back on its feet again before we went anywhere.
Besides, I wasn’t going anywhere until I’d had a taste of Nancy.
~ 7 ~
“You got anything yet?” I asked Crank as I walked to desk he was sitting at.
Man, he was one untidy bastard. Pages of scribbled notes were scattered across the old desk in the basement of the clubhouse—though I use the wordbasementvery loosely.Basementwould imply that we stored shit down there, like crates of beer, old jackets, and maybe some bike parts, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.
No, this basement was where we brought ourguestsfor interrogation.
It was the only place we trusted to be completely clean of any unwanted ears, since most people didn’t know it existed.
The lights were dim, though Crank had found an old metal desk lamp from somewhere and plugged it in, casting a bright spot over where he was working. He had two laptops running side by side and his fingers flew over the keyboards of one of them.
He grunted anoat me, his brow furrowing further.
“You gotta have found something,” I snapped, leaning back against the wall.
I didn’t like it down there. Place gave me the damn creeps.
The walls were bare brick and stone, old cement crumbling away if you rubbed it too hard. The floors were of a similar state, with a single drain in the middle of the room that led down to the sewers. The drain in that place was probably the only thing that was any good. Probably because the drain in that place was pretty fucking important.
Couldn’t wash away blood without drains.
“I’m not googling some bitch I went to high school with, Sketch!” Crank snapped. “This is some serious shit right here.” He pointed to the laptop in question, as if I hadn’t noticed it before then.
“Just hurry the fuck up with it before Vin pops something in his head.”
“Hurry up?” Crank shook his head, his jaw hanging open. “Hurry the fuck up! Did you not just hear—” The laptop beeped in front of him and he turned back to the screen. “Got you, motherfuckers.”
He pulled up something on the dark screen, but I had no idea what it was. It was just numbers and text that made no sense to me. Technology wasn’t my thing by any standards. Crank’s hands started tapping away on the keyboard again and he flipped from one laptop to the other. Not gonna lie, it was fascinating, since I had no real clue what he was doing. Eventually he leaned back in his chair and cracked his knuckles. He looked over at me with a grin.
“Done,” he said with a smirk.
“What did you do?” I got closer to the screen, as if that would help me understand what I was seeing, but it still meant nothing to me.
“Plugged their connection into the local Walmart. Cleanup on aisle fourteen, motherfuckers.” He laughed and I joined him.
“They’re gonna work that out real quick, right?”
