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“What about Tosh?” All eyes turned to Gillie at the other end of the table. He was the newest member, earning his patch only a year ago. Zep had a lot of time for him. He was quiet but not much got past him.
Gillie craned his neck so he could look Tosh in the eye. “I’ve learned a lot from you, about the club, the business, networks. And I’ve never seen anyone get the better of you.”
Tosh nodded his gratitude at the younger man.
“Gillie makes some excellent points,” said Connor.
There was a murmur of around the table.
Zep waited for silence, watching as Tosh stared at the space in front of him. He hoped the vote of confidence from his brothers would convince Tosh he was right for the job.
“I agree with all your suggestions. Mick is a top shot, an excellent sniper.” He looked at Mick. “Which is where I need you most.”
Mick nodded his agreement. You couldn’t run an operation from a sniper’s nest.
“And Coop probably would shoot himself in the face.”
More laughter while Coop sulked.
“Tosh.” Zep directed his attention back to the man in question. “Knowing you, you’ve never thought about taking the role on.”
Tosh scratched the side of his neck. “Yeah, nah.”
“Which is why I propose we hold the vote over until tomorrow.” Zep glanced around the shed. “Give everyone a chance to have a good think about what’s best for the club. Agreed?”
“Aye.”
“Meeting adjourned.”
The brothers began to file out of the shed until only Zep and Connor were left. Zep leaned back against his chair and waited for Connor to say what was on his mind. He may not want any official role in the club, but Connor’s opinion carried more weight than anyone else’s.
“You still happy to sit and wait for Isobel to show his hand about Becca and your girl?” Connor eyed his president.
“Nah, but I ain’t gonna lead him to them either.”
The older man glanced around the shed before speaking. “You know where they are?”
Zep straightened his spine. In the last few days, he’d revealed more about his secret than he’d ever thought possible. In no way had it felt freeing, or whatever other new-age garbage the internet might come up with. It was a secret he had intended to take to the grave.
“Lennox Head.” The words tasted wrong.
“You mean up north? Near Byron Bay?” Connor squinted at him.
“Yeah.”
“Nice part of the world.”
Zep shrugged. He’d never been there.
“You don’t think you owe it to them to warn them? Give ‘em a chance to disappear?”
“And lead Isobel straight to them?” Zep shook his head. That was what the bastard wanted.
Connor pursed his lips as if he was about to let words escape that he didn’t want out in the open. “If Isobel knew Becca existed and still meant something to you … if he followed her money, it stands to reason he’d know where she lives.”
Red hot venom ignited inside Zep. He had considered this but needed to believe it wasn’t true. “She hasn’t been Becca Walton in three decades and Isobel is only guessing we had a kid.” He looked Connor in the eye. “Otherwise, he would have named her.”
“Would he?” Connor shrugged. “Seems to me he’s got you by the balls either way.”
