“I’ve looked up the names and none of the names are anyone who lives in our city.They’re all generic names, and it’s cash transactions, so there’s no money trail,” Hawk says.
Stone sits back in his chair, rubbing his chin, looking at the wall behind us.
“How has something like this been going on under our noses all this time?”Reaper says, setting down the papers in his hand.
“Sounds to me like we should turn the MC into a nonprofit, then all the money we collect would be legit,” I say with a chuckle and the others follow.
A knock on the door has us turning our heads.
“Yeah!”Stone calls out.
The door opens and a prospect pops his head in.
“Hey, Prez, chief of police is here to speak with you,” he announces.
“Wonder what he could want?”Reaper asks out loud.
“Send him in,” Stone tells him.
The door opens a few moments later, and Turner walks in.He’s wearing his full uniform, and the expression on his face tells me that this isn’t a social call.
“What can we help you with, Turner?”Stone says, staying seated in his chair.
“Just came from Pastor Walter Meyers’ farm,” Turner says.
“And?”I ask.
I’d wanted to be the one to head over there ever since our little run-in with the good Shepherd Walter right out in front of his church.
“Place is straight out of theLittle House on the Prairieset mixed with some Amish vibes,” Turner tells us.
“What’s that mean?”Reaper asks.
“It means that the men all wear the same type of clothing and so do the women,” he informs us, and I remember back when I’d see Sutton always in a white long skirt and white shirt.“One section of the farm is dedicated to actually farming with cows and crops and shit.He has several small houses throughout the property.”
“Why would that warrant a visit to us?Seems like he’s a law abiding citizen trying to live peacefully,” Stone tells the chief.
“How many farmers you know need every man on the property strapped with multiple weapons?And I’m not talking about just pistols or nines.”
All of my brothers look at each other with a raised eyebrow.
“Think he’s hiding something?”Hawk asks, trying to sound nonchalant.
“You guys already know more than I do at this point, so why not fill me in and we can work together?The last thing I need is for the Feds to get involved and start looking into our town.”Turner looks over at Stone, crossing his arms over his chest.
“What did the good Pastor say when you went out for the visit?”Stone asks, not answering his question.
Turner sighs deeply.“He’d called me again about Sutton.Wanted me to set up a video call so that he could speak with her, proof of life and all that.”He rolls his eyes.“Told him that his daughter didn’t want to have any contact with him but that she was doing well up in a northern state.”
“How’d he take that?”I ask.
Turner turns his head over towards me.
“Not well, even tried to pussyfoot around donating to my next campaign if I told him where she’s located.”
“Son of a bitch,” I mumble.
“Well, well, the good reverend isn’t above bribery,” Hawk says.“How much?”
