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And whoever had put it there had made sure the one thing that could tell the guys who it belonged to was gone.

“Why?” I asked.

Bob looked at me. “Why what?”

“Why take the name off?” I asked.

“Don’t know.”

“That’s the million-dollar question,” Prime growled. “Add it to the fucking growing number of unanswered questions we have.” His jaw tightened.

I didn’t know much about motorcycle clubs beyond what I’d learned since coming here, but I knew enough about people. If you didn’t want something found, you didn’t put it inside a building people used every day.

You buried it. Burned it. Threw it in a lake.

You didn’t tuck it behind a shelf and leave everything except the person’s name.

Unless the point wasn’t to hide it forever. Unless the point was to make someone wonder.

“They want you to figure it out.”

Nobody said anything.

I immediately wished I’d kept my mouth shut, then McKayla looked at me. “I think she’s right.”

Bob rubbed a hand over his beard. “Fucking hell.”

“If whoever did this wanted you to know who it belonged to, they would’ve left the name,” Pearl added.

Prime folded his arms over his chest. “So it’s another fucking game.”

“Looks like it,” Skull muttered.

Shay moved closer to Pearl. “I’m getting really sick of this person’s games.”

“Get in line,” Bob rasped.

I looked at him.

His eyes were locked on the cut. The laughter from earlier was gone. So was the man who’d stood in our room that morning telling me my vagina had somehow cured him.

This was Bob too. The part of him I hadn’t known twenty years ago. The Kings part.

He stepped closer to Skull and studied the front of the cut again. “Anything else missing?”

Skull checked it carefully. “Don’t think so.”

“Any officer patch?”

Prime leaned in.

Skull shifted the leather. “No.”

Bob frowned.

“Could’ve never had one,” Prime said.

“Could’ve been removed too.”