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He studies me for a second before shaking his head and turning back to his computer. “Well, shit.”

“Exactly.”

“So,” he starts, turning to face me again. “You think Mitch has been behind all of this as a way to get revenge against the club?”

“I don’t think anything right now but it’s a possibility and that’s better than anything else I’ve come up with.”

Nodding, he stares at a spot on the wall and I can practically see his wheels turning. “Or it could be the husband slash boyfriend of any girl we’ve helped since we started doing this.”

“But why not start with Dina?”

“Okay,” he agrees, nodding as he turns back to his computer as he starts typing. “I’ll start looking into him. What all do you want?”

“Everything you can find.”

He glances at me with an arched brow. “Everything? Like… everything?”

“Maybe everything from six months before Dina died until now.”

“You got it.”

He starts typing furiously and I know that’s my cue to get the fuck out. I close his door behind me as I step back into the hallway and check my watch as I head back downstairs. I still have a little time before my date this afternoon and I’m feeling damn good after what feels like my first major break in this case. Sure, it might still be nothing but, at least, I’m doing something other than staring at those damn files and floundering. Which is especially irritating because this is what I did for almost a year before joining the club. My mind drifts back to my time as a Baton Rouge police officer and I shake my head. God, what a shitty time that was in my life. I had just gotten out of the Marines and I was looking for a fresh start but joining a department that had more dirty cops than legit ones made it hard to achieve that. Once I found out about the Devils and the work they had started doing, I got out of there as fast as I could.

Back downstairs, I slip behind the bar and grab a beer from the fridge before slipping onto a bar stool and popping the cap off as I turn my focus to my plans for the rest of the day. It’s weird but I’m actually looking forward to this date. Eden has been easy as hell to talk to and she seems sweet and carefree. Plus, we’ve already gotten all the important questions out of the way so hopefully I won’t be blindsided again. Although, I’m serious this time when I say if this date doesn’t go well, I’m deleting my profile and throwing in the towel.

The door to the clubhouse opens and sunlight streams into the room. I glance over my shoulder to see who just walked in and as soon as the door closes again and my eyes adjust, I almost fall off my bar stool. Every eye in the room turns to look at the woman standing in the doorway as a hush falls over the room.

What in the fuck is she doing here?

“Uh… is Moose here?” Tawny asks, shifting from one foot to the other before going back again as her gaze shifts between Chance, Storm, and me as we all stare back at her. The nerve of this bitch…

I shake my head in disbelief. A while back, Tawny and Moose were seeing each other but it was casual as hell and when Tawny pushed him for more, he ended things with her. Not that she took the rejection well. She kept coming around, trying to get him back and when that didn’t work, she went down to the police with a mysterious black eye and claimed that Moose hit her. It’s a load of shit. Especially in this club. I mean, you don’t join a club that helps women being abused if you’re secretly smacking them around on the side. In the end, she dropped the charges and Moose was able to get back to his life and his new woman but she still isn’t welcome here.

“Please?” she pleads, her hand shaking as her gaze lands on me. I take a step toward her and shake my head.

“Nope. He’s not here.”

She flicks imploring eyes to me. “I saw his bike outside. Please. I just need to talk to him.”

“Hell, no. You can turn right the fuck around and walk back out that door.”

Tears fill her eyes but she blinks them away. “Look, I know what I did was fucked up… and I know I’m not welcome here but I need to talk to…”

“Tawny?” Moose growls from behind me as he walks into the room and she sucks in a breath as her gaze snaps to his. He stops next to me and crosses his arms over his chest, anger radiating off him in waves. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Can we talk?”

“Fuck, no. I don’t have shit to say to you.”

He releases a breath, her gaze falling to the floor before meeting his eyes again. “Please, Moose? I really need to talk to you. It’s important…”

Moose stares at her for a second before his gaze flicks to me. I shrug my shoulders as I take a sip of my beer and he turns back to her.

“Fine. Talk.”

“Uh,” she whispers, looking at the rest of us watching on. “Could we go somewhere more private?”

“No. Apparently I need witnesses around you.”