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“Boys, Casa del Stolen Goods.” Pops does his best Vanna White impression and my gaze bounces all over the shelves stacked high with whatever shit you could ever wish for.
One segment seems to be full of bikes, kids backpacks, and electronics. Another section is full of any drug you can think of. All of it shit we don’t want in our town.
“Something ain’t right,” Savage murmurs.
“Yeah, we got an MC not staying at their damn compound, it’s obvious.” Rider smarts.
“No, I mean, something is off with Quarter Mile MC. Look around. If they’re moving shit why are they sitting on it?”
“Huh?” Pops asks, holding a toaster.
“Put the damn toaster down.” I pinch the bridge of my nose and take deep breaths.
“I was looking.” Pops answers.
“With your hands?”
“Best way to look if you ask me,” Pops mutters, but does as I say and plops the toaster on top of a mountain of crap.
“For like 6 months the Death Riders were in the distribution business -”
“Is that what the kids call it these days?” Fox teases.
“- anyway,” Savage continues, “we brought shit in, tagged it, cleaned it, got rid of it. This is amateur hour. No system. Shit piled on top of shit and none of it is worth the effort of stealing it.”
“Except the drugs,” Jules says, hands hooked on his hips as he stares at the only segment of the warehouse that looks tidy. His head tilts to the side. “They aren’t theirs.”
Chapter 11
Willa
“What the hell is he doing over there?” I mutter to myself from behind my lacy curtain.
Dammit, have I turned into a curtain twitcher? I drop my curtain and step away from the window when I catch Joy leaving her little chocolate box house, coming up the little path toward mine. Maybe I can ask her what the hell Switch is up to.
“Knock knock!” Joy calls as she knocks and opens the door at the same time. I love this little change in her.
“Miss Joy,” I reply, pouring her a cup of fruity tea I know she likes into a to-go cup.
“Aw, how did you know that’s what I needed this morning?” She says, plopping her ass down, resting her elbows on the counter and cradling her face in her hands.
“Been a morning?”
“Been a few days,” she says rolling her eyes before she makes a little squeak and her cheeks flush.
I give her an assessing look before turning and pouring myself a cup. “Oh? Would it have anything to do with the big, ginger man in your house constantly watching my house?”
“What?” Joy’s eyes get round in her face. “That’s crazy! Nope. No way, he’s just researching…guttering.”
“Guttering, you say?”
“Yup. He ah, really likes your gutters.” She stares at me, her hand sneaking toward her to-go cup. She snatches it up and hot foots it out the door. “I don’t know anything!” The door slams behind her and I snort.
She’s come a long way, but the girl can’t lie for shit. I blow at the hot steam of my tea before taking a refreshing sip and moving to the little breakfast nook where I can sit, and stare back at Switch. I have a good idea why the hell he’s in Joy’s house watching me. The same reason I noticed Tav doing it last night, Nitro doing it yesterday morning and Judge doing it the day before.
Pulling up my appointments calendar I flick through today’s appointments, my heart stuttering a little when my gaze hits one name in particular. Oh, today is going to be a great day. I’ve got my tea, a light day of appointments, and I’m about to get to the bottom of this.
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