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“And you need to hear Zep out. He’s here because we are both in danger.”
“In danger from what?”
“An enemy of The Devils is looking for revenge.”
She stared at her mother, her mouth open, lost for words.
“You and I are the targets.”
“You and this biker have lost your freaking minds.” She stalked to the wall. Maybe the doctor got it wrong and the tumour was in her brain, not her pancreas. “This is insane.”
“Scott has a right to know,” Rachel said quietly.
“A right to know what?” Abby spun around. “That you lived with some outlaw bikers and got pregnant?”
“Well, I wouldn't have put it so crudely, but yes.”
Weariness settled in her bones. This conversation was going nowhere. Abby didn’t want to talk about Zep, she didn’t want to analyse her relationship with Scott, she just wanted to take her mum home.
“Can we just deal with one thing at a time, please?” The fight had gone out of her.
The door opened and Scott walked in with a tray of coffees, followed by Dr. Carchedi. Abby glanced at her mother. Rachel nodded. The smell of fresh coffee was like a beacon of light. She smiled her thanks at Scott, accepting the coffee and the bottle of water he produced from his back pocket.
Dr. Carchedi began to talk through the diagnosis and care options once more. Abby focused her attention, shoving all thoughts of Zep and his so-called danger from her mind. This is what she needed to focus on right now, getting her mother the care she needed. Not the ridiculous suggestion that she should put her life in the hands of a criminal.
Chapter 17
Zep spent a few hours giving each of his men a break from their assigned task. They declined, but he’d insisted. He needed them fresh. It was late afternoon and he was watching the house Brian Isobel and his men were shacked up in – an older home set across the road from Seven Mile Beach. Not that the occupants of the house were enjoying the ocean views, with the blinds closed at all times. Though not as busy as other patrolled beaches in the area, it was a popular surf beach and there were always plenty of people around. The location made surveillance tricky.
Brodie was still snoring in the back of the car when Mick phoned to say Rachel, Abby and her cop had left the hospital. He and Dodge tailed them back to Rachel’s place. That would make speaking to Rachel, and hopefully Abby, so much easier. He just hoped the cop would find something else to do sooner rather than later.
“What’s happening?” Brodie lay, eyes closed, along the backseat of the SUV, his legs folded up against the backrest.
“Rachel’s been discharged.”
“You hoping to move them tonight?”
“That’s the plan.”
There was no sign of life at the house. Not even a flicker of movement at a window. He couldn’t see any signs of cameras, but that didn’t mean there weren’t any.
“How close have you gotten to the house?” he asked Brodie.
“Not close enough.” Brodie groaned as he sat up and attempted to stretch out his body. “Too many eyes.”
Zep nodded. The house had apartment blocks on either side. The one on the right has balconies overlooking the property. “Any chance there’s a vacant apartment?”
“Nah, I checked that out.”
For an area that had people coming and going all the time, the house was too still. “I don’t like it.”
Brodie climbed into the front seat with surprising ease. “I don’t either. It’s been hours since I’ve caught sight of anyone.”
“You think they could be sleeping?’
“Possibly.”
Something was off, Zep felt it in his gut. “I’m gonna get Mick out here. I need eyes inside the house.”
