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“How’s Slaughter?” I ask.

“Resting. Doc said he’ll sleep for hours. Taylor okay?”

“He said her wound is healing well.”

“That didn’t answer my question.”

“She’s pretty shaken up.”

“Understandable. She went through a traumatic situation. It’s the kind of thing I never wanted your mother and sister exposed to.”

“Molly lured her outside and gave her to the Sinners. I’m going to find that bitch and kill her.”

Gage nods, giving me his blessing. “I agree.”

“But that’s going to have to wait. I can’t leave her now.”

“There will be plenty of time for that, plus we’ve got some payback to dole out.”

“Yeah.”

Drae flips his lighter on the bar top and meets my eyes. “Not sure now’s the time, but I got a text from Stone, the VP of the Pennsylvania chapter. One of his guys has a cousin who waitresses at a truck stop on the Pennsylvania Turnpike in McConnellsburg. She says a rig like that pulled in an hour ago. Came in and ate. She thinks he’s sleeping a few hours in his cab.”

“McConnellsburg? Where the hell is that?”

“About four hours from here.”

I’m off my stool. “There’s no time to wait. I need to move on him.”

Gage drags his hand down his face. “I’m fucking beat. Slaughter’s down. Maybe we let Stone handle it, son.”

“I can’t do that. I need to take care of this motherfucker.”

“Means you’re leaving Taylor,” Drae reminds me. “Didn’t look like she wanted to be separated from you.”

“I understand that, but I’ve got to do this.”

“Then I’m going with you,” Drae says.

“Me too,” Beck says.

“Me, too,” Pony adds.

“Don’t leave me out,” Cruz growls.

My father sighs. “Fine. Drae, Beck, and Pony. The three of you go, but Cruz, I need you here in case the Sinners come calling.”

Cruz nods. “You’re right, prez.”

Gage looks at Cruz. “Contact Stone. Have them keep eyes on this guy. If he leaves out, they follow at a distance. Tell them we don’t want to lose track of this guy.”

“Will do.”

Gage stands and pulls me to him, slapping my back and talking low in my ear. “Make it quick and don’t underestimate this asshole. Do it somewhere there’s no trace leading back to us, understand?”

I nod.

“That rig’s gonna be easy to spot. You probably need to separate him from it. Remember, there are cameras everywhere on the interstate and especially at that fucking truck stop.”