Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
-Note to self
Wolf
The ride to the boat that I had docked at the Uncertain Saints clubhouse was harrowing at best.
It was raining, the lightning kept fucking with my night vision, and my goddamned hand was killing me from my earlier activities that had my fist visiting Raphael’s face.
Despite my fist meeting his face, Raphael knew he had it coming.
I didn’t like being worried about my woman, and he could’ve fixed a lot of these things that were broken a long fucking time ago by just opening his fucking mouth.
He didn’t, however.
He let me figure it out on my own time, and by the time I did that, I’d nearly gotten myself killed.
Agent Josh Fry was a sick motherfucker.
I found this out tonight when Raphael spilled absolutely everything he knew.
And everything he knew was a shitload of trouble that I didn’t need nor want in my town.
Luckily, we’d gotten the cameras set up tonight thanks to Mig and Casten, which also meant whatever had gone down tonight with Goody, and whomever he saw, was on camera.
My phone rang in my pocket and I answered it, which was a no-no when I didn’t have a hand to spare, but I did it anyway.
“Yeah?” I yelled loudly over the hum of the engine.
“You know,” Peek said.
“I know a little bit,” I offered. “Goody called me with information about a woman being killed and thrown into the river. I was on the phone with him when he screamed and the line went dead.”
“That’s what I got, too,” Peek said. “I have Xavier with me, and he’s telling me that he found something.”
“What did he find when he wasn’t supposed to be involved anymore?” I asked through gritted teeth as I pulled up to the clubhouse.
“Come pick me up,” Peek said. “Talk to you then.”
I pulled onto the side of the parking lot and shoved my phone into my pocket before turning the truck off.
Placing my keys under the seat, I jogged down the path that led to the water, cursing when I saw the water had risen since last time I’d been there.
“Fucking rain,” I growled, wading into the water up to my knees before I got to the boat. “Fucking fuck.”
Climbing into the boat, I was just about to push off when a bike rode in from my back.
I stopped and waited, unsurprised to find Griffin jogging toward me.
He hit the water with a rush and trudged up to me as if the water didn’t affect him in the least.
“Go,” Griffin said.
A man of many words Griffin was not.
I went and was glad that I had the backup.
How he knew, I didn’t know, but I’d take it.
I’d called the cops on the way there, but that wasn’t to say that Ridley had enough time to talk to any of the members when he was likely on the way to the scene himself.
We didn’t speak until Peek got into the boat with us, and by the time we were heading full throttle toward the diner, I was beyond pissed.
“Tell me what’s going on,” I said to Peek as we rode.
“The kid came over around eleven saying that he hacked into the FBI database and did a search for Agent Fry. Lots of shit going down tonight according to a live feed that he was able to hack into between Fry and another agent.” He pulled out his phone. “Then I go to look at the cameras that we have on the diner and see this going down.”
I watched as Agent Fry with his ice-cold eyes picked the woman up by her neck, held her over the water, and then shot her in the forehead with the gun that was on his hip.
The moment her body went limp, he let her fall, not caring in the least that she was likely to show up further down river.
The mother fucker thought he was invincible.
I took a turn around the bend of the river, and was surprised to find Core waving me down.
I pulled up next to him and shut the engine off.
“I have a back way in there. Tie your boat off and get into mine.” He pointed at a dock.
I tied the boat off and moved into his.
Peek and Griffin followed suit, and soon we were underway again, through thick shrubs and trees.
Core’s boat was made to do this, though.
Being a game warden meant that Core had to go places that weren’t always conventional, and he had the boat that was practically made for anything his job could spring on him.
“Whose dock is this?” I asked him as we started moving slowly away from the bank.
“Another game warden,” he answered once we passed the dock and my boat. “This is a boat road that was closed down about twenty years ago because a bald eagle nest was spotted in the area. The boat road leads us to within about a quarter mile of the diner. I’m thinking since the water’s up so high, we should be able to make it without coming right on in with the rest of the general population.”