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That was until I caught sight of a pair of shoes. Holy shit, he was here.
Simon
The sun beat down on my face as I ate my lunch outside the library. I enjoyed my alone time away from the other inmates. Though I didn’t belong here, it gave me time to think. Think of a way I was going to get my revenge on Allen. I had to play it carefully. He knew a lot of people, but there was a rumor I wasn’t the only one who wanted him dead. It turned out his own son, Trigger, leader of the Devil’s Reach motorcycle club, was after him, too. I hadn’t realized he had pulled away from his gang and now rode with only a few guys.
CM pulled me from my thoughts and handed me a cold bottle of beer. My mouth watered as I snagged it from his hand.
“Where on Earth did you get this?”
He opened his, not at all hiding it from anyone who could look our way. “I told you I have pull here.” He looked at me. “Go on. They,” he nodded at the guards, “won’t do anything.”
I took a sip and let the bubbles dance along my tongue and the taste soothe my senses. My eyes closed, and I leaned my head back with a happy grin. I never drank much on the outside, but this was pure bliss.
“Good, right?”
“Great. Thank you, CM, truly.” I tipped back the bottle and had a little more in case someone took it from me. “How did you get your hands on a Kona Longboard? I would have been happy with a Coors Light at this point.”
“Nah,” he chuckled, “I know you like the finer tastes in life.”
Iblinked away the memory and focused on the man in front of me.
“You asked me where he’s workin’,” he handed me a piece of paper, “and that’s where.”
I slid the paper out of his calloused fingers. Perfect. It was a true sign he was a blue-collar worker. “And you're a hundred percent sure that this is where he is now?” I eyed the address and was relieved I had a solid lead I could give Brick. The big guy squinted at me and folded his arms. His whole persona showed he had no time for me, or maybe it was just that I looked nervous. Meeting someone in the wee hours of the morning at some dive bar off the Strip was nerve-wracking.
“Buy me another beer.” He pointed to his nearly full Bud Light.
I pushed up my glasses and nodded. “Another, please,” I called to the bartender.
“Yeah.” He snorted then swallowed.Charming. “That’s him.”
Thank God.
I couldn’t risk another day going by without something. Trigger was one scary look away from shoving me in a burlap sack and beating me to a bloody pulp for not being able to trackdown Brick’s brother. I’d never forgive Cameron for opening his mouth to him.
“I’m not questioning you,” I assured him. “I just hadn’t realized he was back in construction work.” I tried to ease the tension. “When I knew him, we both lived that life for a while.”
“I saw him two days ago when I was at the site.” The man leaned back and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. “There's not a whole lot going on up in there, if you know what I mean.” He pointed to his head. “Had a few knocks to the head.”
I twisted my nose at the thought of what made him seem off. “What kind of knocks?”
“I got one rule on my work sites. No fighting. But this guy loves to go at it. He got his head rapped a few times too many before he even came to me. Didn’t help he got run into by a forklift a while back.” He chewed on a chipped nail. “Doesn’t matter, though. He’s a hard worker and he doesn’t talk back.”
“Good.” I let out a breath. “That’s a good thing.”
“He gets off at seven most days. I don’t care when you speak to him. Just don’t come before then.”
“Understood.” I dropped some cash on the table and held up the paper. “Thank you for this.”
“He’s a good guy,” he gave a tight nod, “so don’t fuck with him, or you’ll have me to deal with.”
“Understood.” I repeated and headed for the door. I needed to change and shower off the smell of beer and roasted peanuts. It didn’t help that I knew I had to have a face to face with Trigger very soon.
Grim
Isipped my scotch as the girls moved around Jesse, and I and tried to put on a show with their best moves. But, damn, I just couldn’t get into it. It didn’t help that Kelly spotted me the moment we arrived at Minnie’s club. I hadn’t seen her since Trigger’s desert party.
“I’ve had a little PTSD from what happened in the desert.” She tried to pull my attention from what Brick had been talking about. “My therapist thinks I need to revisit the trauma and have something good come from it.” Her hand slid over my thigh, and Jesse eyed me around the lap dancer. “Maybe that good thing could be you and me.”
