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“I’m not one hundred percent sure, but I thought I saw one of Brian Isobel’s men. One of the boys he set on Hollywood and his old lady.”
The dagger twisted painfully in his heart. “I thought they were all dead.”
“Hollywood took care of most of them.”
“That’s my boy,” mumbled Connor. He never had any kids of his own, and Alex Riley had been like a son to him.
“This guy looks a little too familiar,” continued Brodie. “If I recognise him, chances are good he’d recognise me.”
“Has he seen you?” Zep asked.
“He survived Hollywood; I’d say he’s noticed me.”
“I’ll send Dodge and Mick as backup after the meeting today.”
Connor nodded in agreement.
“Watch your back, Brodie, and keep me updated.”
“Will do.” The phone call ended.
“What do you think?” asked Connor.
Zep shrugged, smoothing the sides of his moustache, while his mind raced. “Maybe he followed Brodie back from Europe?”
“Maybe he was sent to Lennox Head with the same task you gave Brodie.” Connor raised his eyebrows.
Which made Isobel one step ahead of him.
“Prez?” A tall, scrawny guy dressed in black cargo shorts and a tank top that revealed a neck, chest, back, arms and legs completely covered in tattoos, stood in the doorway between the kitchen and living room. His tight black curls were tied back in a ponytail.
“What’s up, Jacko?”
“Just got a hit on Ricochet. They’re monitoring unusual biker activity in the Byron Bay area.” He looked between Connor and Zep.
“It’s gotta be Brodie. He would have said if there was anyone else in the area,” said Zep.
“I’ll put a call into Georgie,” said Connor, rising from his chair. The Road Gypsies had the run of the North Coast and Zep had called their president as a courtesy when he’d sent Brodie in. He'd received their blessing to take care of business, but made it clear it wasn’t the Road Gypsies’ fight.
“Thanks, Jacko.” Zep nodded to the younger man. “Keep an eye on it, yeah?”
“Yeah.” Jacko disappeared back to the room he’d turn into his command station. It was full of laptops and mobile phones set up to keep tabs on club business, their rivals, the cops, and anyone else who needed watching. Things had changed so much in the forty years Zep had been with The Devils. He called Jacko the tech guy, but really, he was a first-class hacker with skills that Zep couldn’t even name. He’d spoken to Zep about training Gillie to help out and fill the breach if anything happened to Jacko.
Zep scratched his head. He really hoped nothing ever happened to Jacko. That might just finish The Devils off if they lost him before he could rebuild the core of the club after the mess Hollywood and Ricochet had made.
Connor reappeared in the kitchen. “Georgie thinks the same as us—the Feds have clocked Brodie coming back into the country and given the local cops the heads up.”
“You tell him I’m sending back-up?” Zep stood and walked across to the bench, switching the kettle on. He needed a coffee.
“Yeah. They’re taking a run down to Coffs Harbour. Georgie wants to make it clear that whatever we and Isobel have going on, it’s got nothing to do with the Road Gypsies.”
“Smart move.” He held a mug up. “You want one.”
“Yeah, thanks.” Connor sat back in the chair he’d recently vacated.
“Will there be any opposition to Tosh becoming our enforcer?” he asked as he scooped instant coffee into each of the mugs.
“Nah, the brothers are behind Tosh. It’ll be unanimous.”
