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Rylie’s eyes fill with knowledge as she replies, “Everyone knows that you have a connection that the Tomlinson crew don’t have at the station. Rose’s sister knew that you’d be able to get it to the right people.”
“Well, you’re not wrong,” Jensen replies.
Rylie nods and then walks off. She’s a lot more than she appears, but I don’t really have the energy to find out what that is. We’ve got enough going on at the moment, and unless she becomes a problem, I’m not going to question her or look into her or anything.
“Pass it over, and I’ll get it sent over to our contact at the station,” I say, and Trick hands over the notebook with no hesitation.
For now, I just take pictures of all the statements and the list of contact information, my anger rising as I see how many there are.
“How many?” Riot asks.
“Five,” I growl.
Curses sound out around me from all of the guys as Jensen’s expression darkens. I have a feeling that we might have to step in at some point when he fights Ryan. We all despise fuckers like this.
I carry on, making sure that all of the photos are clear, and then write up a quick email explaining the situation and who the statements are about.
“When do you want me to send this?” I ask Trick.
“When the last fight is over,” Trick replies, “hopefully, they’ll pick him up as soon as he steps foot in his house.”
I nod, “Yeah, they might wait until morning to get him, but I doubt it.”
“Not with something like this, especially since the information came from us.” Rafe signs.
I nod; I schedule the email to send when the fight should be finishing; it won’t matter if it overlaps a little bit.
“While I’m thinking about it, did any of our contacts get back to you about Ever?” Trick asks, and all the guy's attention turns to me.
I shake my head, “No, no one has heard anything since we last asked them, but they’re going to carry on looking and will let us know the second that they find anything.”
I hate the disappointment that clouds all of their features, but I can't do fuck all about it.
Trick sighs, “Thanks man, that’s as good as it’s going to get, I suppose.”
Riot starts to get up, as he downs his beer and grabs a fresh one, and then says, “Come on, the second fight started while we were watching Trick deal with miss crazy. Let’s take our minds off of shit and go and watch.”
“Yeah, good idea,” I reply.
Chapter Twelve
Cash
We all get up, grabbing fresh beers on the way past the cooler and start to make our way over to where the big crowd is gathered around the fight ring.
“How are the bets coming along?” Rafe signs as the crowd parts for us without us asking anyone to move.
“We’re into the tens of thousands now,” I smirk, looking at the numbers that Trev sent over a few minutes ago.
“Good,” Riot replies with a smile, “who’s fighting?”
I glance down at my phone, trying to remember the names of the fighters. So much has happened in the last couple of days, and I’ve been stretched thin, trying to make sure that everything runs smoothly while Trick deals with the Tomlinson leaders and takes care of that side of things.
Before I can find the answer in my phone, Trick replies, “Derek is fighting from our school, he’s up against a kid called Steve, I don’t really know much about him and there wasn’t any bad blood between them. They’re good fighters, and both requested that they fight; we figured we’d put them up against each other.”
By this point, we’re already at the edge of the ring, and we’ve been watching them for a few minutes. They’re good, and they’re putting on a good show for the crowd, but I don’t think it’s going to last much longer. They’ve both taken a few hits, and they’re starting to slow.
“How long do you give them?” Jensen asks, watching them closely.
