Saranya Chapter 14 #4
“Physically, yeah, but she got a disturbing letter at the clinic. I’m sending you a picture of it along with a list of names.
Read the letter, and you’ll see why I’m calling.
The names are the guys she can recall who hit on her or talked to her in Las Vegas in December.
I want to see if anything jumps out on them.
I know it’s a long shot, but will you check for me? ”
As he spoke, he had been tapping on the screen, sending over the two pictures he had taken. I had no clue he had taken one of the letter.
“Hell, yeah, I’ll check. Christ, this letter is creepy. And to have a photo of the two of you together. When was this taken?” Micro asked.
“Today, at lunchtime. I went to her office to meet her staff. That was her seeing me off afterward,” Cowboy explained.
“So the questions are, who is it, how long have they been watching her, and what do they mean by waiting? I’ll get to work on it right away. It’s a good thing you’re staying with her. She shouldn’t be alone.”
“I’m not leaving her side unless she’s at work, where there are other people. Thanks, man. I appreciate it. I owe you.”
“You’re welcome, but you don’t owe me. Wait, I know how you can repay me,” Micro replied. There was mirth in his tone.
“Go ahead, tell me.” Cowboy rolled his eyes at me.
“Sari can kick you to the curb and go out with me. One date is all it’ll take.” He snickered.
“I think you’d better put yourself on that list, Micro. And the answer is, sorry, I won’t do it. I love Cowboy,” I said into the phone.
I got a hearty laugh out of him. “Damn, alright, I’ll have to mourn in private, I guess. Don’t worry, Sari, I’ll see if I can find anything. You stick with Cowboy and try not to worry too much. We know how to handle shit like this,” Micro assured me.
There were a few more back-and-forth remarks before Cowboy hung up. I was surprised when he tapped on his phone again.
“Who are you calling now?”
“I have a resource I want to see if they can assist. They might be able to find something we can’t.”
Before I could ask who it was, he began speaking. “Hello, Maddog, this is Cowboy from the Horsemen of Wrath MC in Florida. We met in Vegas at the rodeo National Finals.”
“How the hell are ya, Cowboy? It’s good to hear from you. I knew it was you. I programmed your name into my phone. How is Florida?”
“Florida is great. And you guys and Vegas?”
“We’re always good. We need to catch up soon, but that’ll have to wait. I don’t believe you called to chat. You have a problem, don’t you?”
“You get right to it. Yes, I do. And I don’t think it’s likely you and your brothers can help, but I have to ask since it was in your territory.”
“Tell me,” was Maddog’s gruff reply.
I sat there listening as Cowboy ran Maddog through the details of who I was, how we met, the letter, and the list of names. When he was done, Maddog was making a growling sound. It reminded me of a dog. Maybe this was how he got his road name.
“Son of a bitch, there’s always someone messing with people.
Why can’t they stay out of our business?
I agree, there’s only a tiny chance we can find anything, but we have a ton of contacts here.
Someone might’ve seen or heard something.
Send me a picture of that letter and the list, will ya?
I’ll get Firewall to look into it. He’s like your Micro.
And my guys will circulate the names to our contacts.
Is this the best way to get a hold of you? ”
“It is. Listen, thanks a million. I owe you. Anything you need, let me know. Your and Grim’s chapter showed me nothing but hospitality. If you’re in the St. Augustine area, let me know.”
“We might find ourselves in your neck of the woods one day soon. I’ll let you know.
Would like to meet the rest of your club.
Let me see what I can do. If you find out anything else or there are updates, don’t hesitate to reach out.
Tell your old lady we’ve got both your backs.
I’d better get to work. Have a good night. ”
“We will, and again, thanks, Maddog,” Cowboy replied.
There was no more talk before Maddog had hung up. Cowboy’s phone chimed. He looked at it and smiled. “Well, I don’t need to call Diablo to update him. It seems Micro has already done it.”
I moaned and lay my head on his bicep. “Look at all the trouble I’m causing and the work. Zander, it might be nothing to be worried about. You have not only your club working on it, but also Maddog’s club. Who is he?”
“It’s not trouble if there’s even a slim chance it’s a credible threat.
As for my club, they’d be pissed if we didn’t ask for their help.
Maddog is the president of the Las Vegas chapter of the Graven Bastards MC.
I met him through Grim, the president of the Tonopah, Nevada, chapter.
It was an accidental meeting at the rodeo.
Remember the strip club? It belongs to Maddog’s chapter.
They’re an outlaw club, but I found them to be decent men.
When we parted ways, we exchanged numbers and offered help if either of us needed it, and we could provide it.
Since they’re right there in Vegas, I couldn’t pass them up. ”
“An outlaw club? Zander, please don’t get yourself tangled up with them. You said you owe them. God knows what they might ask for in exchange,” I said, panicked.
Cowboy moved, so he was angled toward me.
He lifted my face with a finger under my chin.
“Anya, you know that the Horsemen were once a one-percenter club like the Graven Bastards. I know they’re not angels, but they know what kind of stuff I’d do or not do.
We talked about it when I was hanging out with them.
And they’re not into the truly heinous businesses.
If it keeps you safe, I’ll gladly pay them back. ”
Tears smarted my eyes. I tried to hold them back, but they managed to escape. Cowboy drew me onto his lap and cradled me there as I cried. I kept asking myself what I had done to make someone become focused on me.