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Chapter Twenty-Five
The Club getsa visit from the police two days later. We’re sitting in the common room when the building is swarmed by armed officers. For the second time this year, I’m staring down the barrel of a loaded gun. Flashes of Dylan taking me roll through me and it’s only Sofia’s hand in mine that grounds me enough to stay in the present and not have a full-blown panic attack.
Derek comes off his stool, Slade on his heels—both men standing shoulder to shoulder.
Morgan steps into the room and moves directly to them, taking in the sling on Slade’s arm.
“Are you looking for a harassment suit?” Derek demands, his face contorted angrily.
Morgan ignores this and focuses in on Slade. “What happened to your shoulder?”
“I’m clumsy.”
Morgan meets his gaze, his own brow knitted together.
“It wouldn’t have anything to do with an attack on another MC’s clubhouse, would it?”
“Don’t know nothing about that.”
“I thought you wouldn’t. Any idea how the Reapers clubhouse might have burnt down?”
I exchange looks with my sister. They burnt the Reapers’ clubhouse to the ground?
“Maybe they’re clumsy too.”
“Did you burn that building down?”
“DCI Morgan, I’m offended,” Derek says. “We don’t go far from our patch and we’re friends with the Reapers. Why would we burn down their clubhouse?”
“To destroy evidence.”
“Which I’m guessing you don’t have or you wouldn’t be here now.”
“Wrong. There are eyewitness reports of you and another club on the site.” My stomach sinks as he pulls out the document from his jacket pocket. “I have a warrant to search the property. You better hope you don’t have even an aspirin out of place here.”
Derek holds his hands out from his side. “Look wherever you want. We’ve got nothing to hide.”
I hope that’s true.
“You don’t mind if I call my lawyer, right?”
“Be my guest.”
Derek juts his chin at Weed, who moves off to one side, his phone coming to his ear.
The armed officers file out of the room, but some stay, guarding the doors and stopping us from leaving. I glance around the girls as Morgan orders his men to tip the place upside down. I don’t know what he’s hoping to find, but I hope the boys don’t have anything incriminating here.
“I heard you lost a member,” Morgan says.
“Yeah, kid was in the wrong place at the wrong time,” Derek’s sadness is genuine as he says this. “Got himself jumped.”
“Do you know who by?”
“If I knew that, I’d be sure to tell the good boys in blue.”
Morgan snorts at this assertion. Derek would absolutely not tell the police anything and Morgan knows it.
“Well, for what it’s worth, I’m sorry for your loss. When’s the funeral?”
