Page 22 of Grave Stone

Maybe it was because I knew what it was like to have someone else’s actions completely fuck up your life. Or maybe I was trying to right all the wrongs I made with Kim. I just knew that she needed help and I had the means to help her.

My thoughts were interrupted when my phone rang with Sin’s name on the screen.

Fuck. I wasn’t ready to talk to him, but I couldn’t ignore his call.

“Hey, Prez.”

“The prospects watching the house called. The roommate just got home and parked in the garage. They said only one person was visible inside the vehicle, but the other girl could’ve been lying down. You wanna go talk to her?”

“No need, Prez. I found the girl and spoke to her.”

“You fucking what?” he yelled.

“I talked to her, and I got what we needed. I’m on my way back, and I’ll explain everything when I get there.”

“When will that be?” he gritted out.

“Thirty or forty minutes.”

“Any chance she was with the roommate?”

“No, absolutely not,” I said confidently. “And after talking to her, I don’t think we need to be concerned about the roommate. But if it’s all right with you, I’d prefer to discuss the details in person.”

“Right,” Sin said tightly. “I’ll have the prospects continue as they were until we’ve spoken.”

“Thanks, Prez. I’ll be there soon.”

I knew he was pissed, but that would change once I explained and he saw the video. At least, I hoped it would.

When I arrived at the clubhouse, I found Sin alone in his office.

“Close the door and start talking.”

I did as he said and reached for my phone as I dropped into a chair in front of his desk. “I have a video that proves the Wood brothers put Whitney in the bag with Glenn.” With the video on the screen, I pressed play and handed him my phone.

“Lying motherfuckers,” he mumbled as he watched Whitney run into Wood Pawn behind Glenn. “This isn’t enough,” he said when the video ended. “Yes, she goes inside, but then what?”

“Play it again and zoom in on the window beside the front door after she goes inside.”

“What the fuck?” he breathed as he watched the Wood brothers knock out Whitney and Glenn before dragging them out of the camera’s view. “How the fuck did you get this?”

“The simple answer is I recorded it while someone else played the video on a laptop.”

“I want the detailed explanation.”

“I stopped to have dinner at the diner in Montgomery Ridge before I called it a day. While I was there, the roommate drove by, and I overheard the server talking about her. She said something about wishing Ms. Montgomery’s friends could have stayed longer. I asked about Ms. Montgomery, and she told me where she lives. I went to check it out and found Whitney there. She’s not involved with the Wood brothers. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time and wants to pretend like none of this ever happened. I told her we might be able to help her, but we needed proof that the Wood brothers were involved. She showed me the video and asked if it would be enough. I told her it would be.”

“You offered her our help?” he asked incredulously.

“I gave her my ring.”

He froze. Most of the brothers gave their matching ring to their Old Lady when they claimed her. I never gave my ring to Kim, but I gave it to Whitney. “I … I, um, holy shit, Stone.”

I shrugged. “She had what we needed, and I needed her to trust me.”

“Can we trust her?”

“Fuck, I hope so, but I understand what that means if I’m wrong.”