Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Crew scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, I get that. It’ll be nice if we don’t need them. But we might.” He sighed. “No, not might. I already have some thoughts, so…”
“You’re going to want to use them,” Cross concluded.
“Some of us will most likely go undercover for this, so yeah. We’ll use whatever we can to our advantage, even if that means some of us having to wear their colors. While some of us might end up wearing Demon colors and infiltrating their club. Bottom line is, whatever we have to do to get the job done is whatever we have to do to get it done. And the job is crushing this meth supply and shutting down their operations.”
“I really doubt they’ll want to work with us, Crew. We’re pigs to them. And do we want to trust them? They’re far from choir boys. Even if they are,” Finn air-quoted, “legit.”
“I get it. But they may be an invaluable asset we can’t ignore. Remember, Jamison’s grandfather was a founding member, his sister’s husband is a part of the club. His brother is the damn president. Even his wife was born into the club.”
“Don’t forget his uncle did life for murder,” Nox grumbled from over by the counter.
“If they were still one-percenters like the Demons, I might think twice,” Crew said.
“Yo, Jamison, you trust your brother?” came from Frasier on the couch.
“As far as I can throw him,” he answered with a straight face.
Chuckles rose around Fletch, including his own.
“Look, he might be my brother, but he’s still the president of a club that wants nothing to do with law enforcement. Is the club more legit now than it used to be? No doubt. But that doesn’t mean there isn’t sketchy shit happening below the surface. Like Cross said, their hands might look clean but they have a team behind them whose hands are painted in blood.”
Crew’s head tilted and his gray eyes narrowed on Jamison. “You’ve got proof of that?”
Jamison stared back at him, pressing his lips together. After a few seconds of silence between them, Crew nodded.
Jamison continued, “It’s one reason Diesel doesn’t allow his Shadows to be members of the club. He mistakenly thinks that draws a clear line of separation between his business and his club.”
“Don’t forget Diesel’s cousin married one of those Shadows,” Cross reminded them. “So, D isn’t the only direct connection between the club and his crew.”
“Well, we’re not dealing with those guys. Bottom line is they just need to stay out of our way and our investigations,” Crew said. “They stay on their side of the fence and we’ll stay on ours.”
“Sometimes that’s easier said than done, brother,” Jamison told him.
“It’s going to have to be the way. If they interfere, then…” He shrugged. “The dirt might come out in the wash.”
“Jesus, you take down that asshole’s crew because of this task force, then,” Jamison shook his head, “I’m fucked. Like the stop breathing type of fucked. So, let’s make sure that fence is high enough so those Shadows won’t be scaling it.”
“I hear you,” Crew answered. “All right, we’ll worry about them later once we have our team together and a better direction. For now, we have a start and something for me to take back to the field office.” His gaze swept the group. “Anyone not on the task force will be getting limited info, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t keep your eyes and ears open while going about your normal routine. Any info you can share with us, great. But let’s keep this upcoming investigation between us. No one else, not even your brothers and sisters in blue. Got it?”
A chorus of “got its” rose around Fletch.
“Monty, you can’t say shit to anyone, but if you hear anything to do with a source of meth or even the Demons at Greene, I want to know about it. You’ll be our eyes and ears in the prison.”
“You got it.”
“Good. I appreciate anyone’s help. You might not be a part of the task force but you’ll still be an asset. Same with you Frasier, North. Hell, maybe even you, Miller.”
Fletch chuckled under his breath. Beside him Finn snorted loudly. Of course, Miller was unfazed.
“One more thing… We’ll need space to rent for our task force. So, if any of you have any ideas, throw them out there. Off the beaten path would be best.”
If no one else was going to bring it up, then Fletch would since he was the club’s VP. “How about leasing our third floor? We could keep a small section of it for storage, if needed, but the rest can be for the team. And even better, we’ve already secured the building safety-wise, we have it mainly under wraps and it would be an easy way to help with the building’s expenses. Since it’s in this run-down area, no one will know. Even if the public becomes aware that this is our clubhouse, comings and goings of the task force members could be seen as BAMC members coming in to hang out at our clubhouse. It’s the perfect place to have it.” He turned to Crew. “Run it past your higher-ups. It would be a win-win situation.”