Page 163 of Property of Bob

His eyes stayed on the gap. “Somebody was in here.”

I looked at the empty space.

“Yeah.”

“Recently.”

That sent another chill through me. The cut itself could’ve been twenty or thirty years old. The person who’d put it there wasn’t.

Bob finally looked at me. “Stay close.”

I squeezed his hand. “Wasn’t planning on going anywhere.”

Chapter Sixteen

Bob

By the time we walked back into the clubhouse, I was done with fucking clues.

Bodies. Pictures. Notes. Carvings. Faxes. Every time we found one thing, it led to three more questions and no fucking answers. Now we had an old Kings cut with the name patch sliced off, like whoever had left it wanted to make damn sure we knew what it was, but not who the hell it belonged to.

Skull carried it through the door in front of me, still wearing the gloves he’d put on in the haunted house. Prime followed him, and I kept Ramona beside me with her hand in mine.

Anchor was behind the bar with Vin when we came in.

One look at Skull and he straightened. “What happened?”

“We found something,” Skull said.

Anchor’s eyes dropped to what Skull was carrying. “What the fuck is that?”

“Exactly what it looks like.” Skull walked over and carefully laid the cut across the bar.

Anchor came around the other side. Vin moved with him.

Ramona started to pull her hand out of mine, probably figuring this was club business and she needed to give us space.

I tightened my fingers. She looked up at me. “Stay.”

Her eyebrows lifted slightly, but she didn’t argue.

That might’ve been a first.

Pearl, Shay, and McKayla came in behind us, and nobody told them to leave either. At this point, pretending this shit didn’t involve them would’ve been fucking stupid. Pearl had been there from the beginning. Shay was tied to whatever happened twenty-three years ago. McKayla’s sister had nearly died because of this asshole.

And Ramona? She was with me.

Anchor stared down at the cut. “Where?”

“Back storage room,” Skull answered. “Wedged between a shelf and the wall.”

“How long’s it been there?”

“It wasn’t there before.”

Anchor looked at him. “You’re sure?”

“Yeah.”