Pull spoke from the other side of the room.“We found an old Kings patch on the north side of the island.No name, just the crest.Looked old enough to be from Razor’s time or earlier.”
“A planted clue?”I asked.
“Probably,” Vin said.“But planted clues still tell you something.”
“Yeah,” I said.“They tell you whoever planted it wanted you looking backward.”
The room went quiet.
Everyone stared at me.
I lifted both hands slightly.“What?I’m concussed, not useless.”
Push’s mouth twitched.
Anchor stared at me for a long moment, then nodded once like I’d passed a test I hadn’t known I was taking.
“Keep going,” he said.
I blinked.“Me?”
“Yeah.Tell us what you think.”
I looked around the table, suddenly very aware that every biker in the room was watching me.
No pressure, just a room full of dangerous men waiting for my opinion on their island murder nightmare.
Totally normal Tuesday.
I drew in a breath and tried to put the pieces in order.“Whoever is doing this wants you looking at the club’s past,” I said slowly.“Old patches.Old deaths.Old connections.But he’s also targeting people connected to now.Bernice.Shay.Bob.Maybe Erin.He’s not just punishing the past.He’s using the past to hurt people in the present.”
Pearl’s face went pale.
Shay looked down.
Anchor didn’t move.
Push gazed at me like I’d just said exactly what he’d been thinking but hadn’t wanted to put into words.
“What happened to Bob?”I asked.
The temperature in the room dropped.
Anchor’s jaw hardened.“Bernice was killed.Bob was supposed to be watching her cabin.”
Oh.
Oh, no.
“He was attacked too,” Pearl said softly.“Throat cut.He survived, but barely.”
My stomach twisted violently.“And you think the same person did it.”
“We know,” Prime said.
My fingers curled against the table.This wasn’t just mystery anymore.
This was personal for all of them.
