Dom shakes his head as the dust starts to settle. “That gives us nothing more to go off.”
“Yeah, it does,” Kurt says, turning to me. “Who else knows you’re opposed to guns, besides us?”
I shake my head slowly. “If you’re about to drag Cade into this again, I swear to fuck?—”
“I’m not,” he snaps. “Who else?”
“Donnie…” Mac says behind me.
I whip around to face him.
Fuck.
He’s right.
I shake my head. “No. There’s no way. He looked just as shocked and pissed when Frank paid me a visit in holding.”
Kurt’s jaw tightens as he stays silent in thought for a moment. Then he turns to his bike. “Let’s go. We’ll meet with the rest of the club tonight and see what anyone else has said to Donnie. Then we make a plan to drop in on him this week.”
But as we get on our bikes and start the long ride home, my mind won’t stop spinning.
There’s no way the rat is Donnie.
I saw his face. I saw the way he looked at Frank, like he wanted to put him in the ground just for existing. I saw the disdain and the way he had to hold himself back after hearing what Frank knew about us.
It’s not him. It can’t be.
He’s one of us.
And I really don’t want to kill him.
THIRTY-TWO
Fucking Mondays.
I twist the lid onto my travel mug, managing to leave it filled with nothing but coffee, then lift my bag over my shoulder.
Why I ever scheduled office hours for a Monday morning, I’ll never know. But as final exams creep closer, students actually start using them, so I had to add more. Although I also won’t be surprised if none of them show up, and they all pile into the last session of the semester, frantically begging me to reteach everything since the beginning of the term.
I let out a sigh as I pull my front door open… and come face to face with Alder on the other side, his hand suspended midair like he was about to open it.
His gaze drops, skimming over my bag and the mug in my hand, before he shakes his head and pushes me back inside, shutting the door behind him. “No.”
I lift an eyebrow. “No?”
“No.” He shakes his head.
And he looks like shit.
His eyes are heavy and dark, looking like he hasn’t slept all night, and he’s in the same clothes he was wearing yesterday when he dropped me off at home.
“So…?” My chest tightens, and my pulse picks up as I wonder if last night’s meeting with the Dominion Sons went sideways.
Alder drags a hand down his face. “We’re in a mess.” His words are threaded with anger and exhaustion. “Our leak may be coming from someone in our pocket.”
My brow furrows. “Like… RCMP or police?”
He nods slowly. “Yeah. And who knows how long they’ve been feeding the Sons. Could also explain the extra heat from RCMP lately.”
