Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Dutch turned his head to look at Vance Crowe, Juliet’s husband, and one of the Nightingale men.
Vance was also looking at him.
“They send a man out. Random. To do a check. They’ll clock you in a vehicle. We’re takin’ a chance right now, bein’ here, and them seein’ us. That happens, they probably won’t approach. Guys like this, they don’t want mess, distractions or problems. But the minute you go, they’ll pack up everything in that warehouse, it’ll be gone within an hour and we’ll be back to square one.”
Dutch nodded. “So park elsewhere, get to that back corner, hunker down around the side, and watch from there?”
Vance nodded. “You wanna see if the guy the kid was meeting at Shady’s goes in or out of that building, then follow him, that’s your only shot. Good news, they don’t use the front door so if he comes around, that’s where you’ll see him. Bad news, it’ll be seriously uncomfortable staking out like that, it could take days for the guy to show, if he ever does, and you run the risk every time of being seen if the guy they send out decides to do a full perimeter check.”
Dutch didn’t ask if Vance knew if the guy often did a full perimeter check. This situation was in its infancy. Recon had been swift, and it was patchy. He was lucky Vance had this much information to relay. He was lucky Vance and the men at Nightingale Investigations had waded in at all.
But this was about one of Jules’s kids, so maybe it wasn’t that lucky.
“You’re gonna have to melt, brother,” Vance advised. “That guy comes out, you have an exit strategy planned. Which means no watching in the daylight. You can become a shadow, but even I can’t do that shit when the sun is shining. If they catch you, they won’t make an approach if you’re sitting a vehicle. You’re close to their operation, they’ll deal with you fast and no one will ever see you again.”
That caught Dutch’s attention.
“You know who these guys are?”
Vance shook his head. “I know how these guys are. But you do what you do, and we’ve got Brody looking into who owns that warehouse, running the plates of vehicles I took down, and the guys will be gathering word we pick up on the street. When we get something, I’ll relay that to you.”
Dutch nodded.
“We don’t got a lot of man hours to help you out with this,” Vance warned. “Your brothers gonna pitch in?”
Dutch had already decided.
He was not taking this to Chaos.
First, it’d have to be discussed at the table and voted on. And honest to God, after the nightmare his Club had been picking its way through for decades got sorted, and they finally were free and clear of all the shit that included drugs and guns and porn and whores, kidnappings and death, he did not know how that vote would go.
And he didn’t know how he’d feel if the vote didn’t go his way.
Second, he also didn’t know what he would be asking them to do and how deep it would get.
They weren’t a highly trained, skilled, experienced investigation team, like Nightingale. They were bikers. And they could take care of business, they’d proved that often. But this was not riding close to the bone where your motivation was keeping yourself breathing, your brothers the same and your families safe.
But last, and most importantly, this was his.
It was his and Carlyle’s.
And for some reason he was not currently evaluating, he wanted it to stay that way.
At least for now.
“Don’t know what I’m asking them to do and it’ll need to go for a vote,” Dutch told Vance. “So, until I know, not right now.”
Vance, who had pulled himself into Dutch’s passenger seat when Dutch met him there, gave him a chin lift before he looked beyond him, back toward the warehouse.
And then everything about the man changed.
This made Dutch return his attention to the warehouse.
And at what he saw, he was pretty fucking sure he experienced his head exploding even if it didn’t actually explode.
Because first, she was there at all.
And second, she could get caught on camera, and then just get caught.
“The fuck?” he bit out.
“Seems we’re not the only ones interested in this building,” Vance said.
Yup.
It seemed that way.
It also seemed he told a goddamned bitch of a journalist about a tragic situation with a kid and she was tired of her beat, so she took the information he gave her and was looking into the black market in Denver.
He heard the fury in his tone, even as he watched her and felt his heart start to race, as he said to Vance, “You go, I’ll take care of her.”
“Take care of her?” Vance asked.
“I know her. She’s a journalist. Not thinking she’d nose around this, I told her about it.”