Page 65 of Striker’s Rebel

Lock taps the screen with the logs.

“Cargo doors opened during every stop.”

There it is.

We knew the liquor disappeared on the road.

Now we know where.

Ash taps the manifests.

“There’s more. Pete gets several of our labels on those deliveries, but every missing case was Reserve.”

Damned Sinners Reserve.

“Nothing else?”

“No.”

“Same lot?”

“Forty-Seven.”

That changes things.

Whoever is doing this knows exactly what they want.

The clubhouse door opens.

Hound walks in carrying a folder.

“Found your pull-off.”

He drops a handful of photographs on the table.

I barely need the first one.

“Fuck.”

Grim looks at me. “You know him?”

“Jamie.”

Nothing.

“Eliana’s boyfriend. June’s foster sister.”

Recognition hits.

“The abusive one.”

“Yeah. Same asshole from the Red Den parking lot.”

Hound spreads out the rest.

Jamie and the two men I put down that night.

The gray pickup.