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“It’s pronounced Eli.”
Blaze tilts his head to the side as he studies the board. “Did you find anything on this Warren Ehlye?”
“One thing,” I answer with a smile. It’s not the resounding victory I’d hoped it would be but it’s still something. “Warren Ehlye owns a little cabin deep in the woods.”
“Are you saying you found him, Streak?” Moose asks and I shake my head.
“No. Warren didn’t even exist before two years ago but then that leads me to the rest of this.” I motion to the white board. “I’ve laid out the entire case, in order, starting with Dina’s. She was killed in early two thousand seventeen and there was nothing else until Laney was killed in early two thousand eighteen.”
“And then nothing again until Veronica went missing in early two thousand nineteen?” Blaze asks and I nod.
“At least, nothing that we know about yet. Veronica did mention that Warren might have had a role to play or influenced shit with Ali back then,” I say, pointing to the date in two thousand seventeen. “But until it’s confirmed, I don’t want to put it up on the board.”
Fuzz sighs. “Everything picked up this year.”
“Yeah, I realized that, too,” I tell him, turning back to the board. For the first two years, there was only one death a year but this year, we’ve had a girl go missing, another die, Tawny trying to frame Moose for assault, the break-in at the clubhouse, and Veronica showing up on our doorstep. Sighing, I turn back to him. “It makes me think we’re nearing the end of his little game.”
“I don’t like the fucking sound of that,” Storm growls, raking a hand through his hair and a ripple of unease works its way through the room. Blaze sighs and sits forward.
“Okay, we need to look into the cabin… Fuzz and Storm, I want you to do that but be discreet. We can’t afford to piss this guy off anymore and I want to remind you all that we may be dealing with a lot but Fuzz and Piper’s vow renewal is coming up soon and we’re not going to let this asshole steal even a moment of their happiness. Is that clear?”
I look at each of my brothers as they all nod in agreement and all the changes that have happened in the last two years. I’ve built a real family with all of the people in this room and I have to wonder if we’ll all be standing here when this thing is finally over or if we’ll be burying more people that we love. Or if we’ll even have a club to come home to.
