Chapter 32
Keith
I tapped my fingers nervously as I waited for my food to be bagged up. When the subs were ready, I rushed out the door and placed them in my saddle bag, eager to get to Quinn’s.
I barely sat on my bike when a siren blared behind me. Groaning, I turned around and watched as two men in suits approached. Great, who the fuck were these guys?
“Keith McKnight?”
“Maybe,” I mumbled.
The two men pulled out badges, and I nearly shit myself. “I’m Agent Bangle, and this is Agent Nix, FBI. We’d like to ask you a few questions.”
My shoulders slouched. “I just picked up food. How long is this going to take?”
“We’d like you to come with us. If you cooperate, it shouldn’t take long at all,” Bangle replied.
Narrowing my eyes, I chewed on my lower lip. “Can I at least text someone to pick up the food so it doesn’t go bad?”
“We’d rather you keep your hands where we can see them.”
“Lucky for me, my phone is right there.” I pointed to the device attached to my bike so I could easily use Bluetooth or GPS. I eyeballed them, but when they didn’t protest, I texted Taven.
Pigs are taking me in. Send Quinn to come get the food out of my bags. I don’t want you or Zane around here. It’s parked in front of Sub Palace.
After deleting the text, I got off my bike and opened my bag to lock the phone inside. Taven had an extra set of keys.
The agent raised an eyebrow. “Not taking your phone?”
I shook my head. “Nope. I don’t need you guys seeing my weird porn fetishes.”
Agent Nix chuckled and opened the back door of the squad car. I slid inside and chewed my inner cheek. My knee bounced as we rode in silence. Every second I spent in that car, my heart felt like it would pound out of my chest. Calm down, Keith, they don’t have shit. We’ve been careful.
It took less than five minutes to make it to the police station. I wasn’t in cuffs, but they stayed on my ass the entire walk as they escorted me into a small interrogation room and left me alone. I was going to be pissed if these assholes made me miss the party.
Both agents came into the room quicker than I had expected, which I appreciated. Setting an elbow on the table, I held my jaw. “So, am I under arrest?”
“No,” Bangle answered. “We just want to ask you a few things.”
“So, get to asking. I have a date.”
“You have an impressive rap sheet,” Nix stated as he walked in front of me with a small stack of papers.
I chuckled. “Hardly. My records are filled with petty shit. Shit nobody cares about.”
“You have petty theft, assault, public intoxication…” He looked at me. “…and you spent a year and a half in prison for drug dealing.”
Laughing, I leaned back in the chair. “It was just a little weed, and it’s legal now, so who gives a fuck?”
“It also says you were arrested for being a gang member in possession of a firearm.”
I shook my head. “And those charges were dropped.”
“But you are currently in a motorcycle gang, are you not?”
I glared at him. “Club. We aren’t a gang. We are a club of motorcycle enthusiasts.”
“Right,” Nix muttered, taking a seat.
“So, what the fuck am I here for?” I asked.
“You’re aware there has been a string of murders in this city.”
“The cop killer. What about it? I’m not going to pretend I’m all distraught over it. They seem to be only going after cops, and I’m as far away from a cop as someone can get, so I figure I’m safe. I’ll let the boys in blue figure out this shit show.”
Bangle cleared his throat. “Every officer that has been killed so far was an officer that showed up to the shooting at your clubhouse five years ago.”
It was time to test my acting skills. Ever since we put the plan into motion, we worked on what we would say if this subject was ever brought up. I stared into the distance as if shocked, my jaw hanging slightly. I kept that look for a few moments before looking around as if trying to understand what he had just said. “All of them?”
“You didn’t know?” asked Nix.
“I only knew three of the cops there that day. Detective Danny Dipshit, Officer Jamie Donnavan, and Officer Mavric or some shit. I don’t remember his first name. I went to school with Jamie; it’s the only reason I remember her.”
Bangle repeated, “All of the officers who were killed so far were at your clubhouse that day.”
Leaning against the table, I rubbed my face, letting my hands slowly run down my cheeks. “Let me see if my math is mathing. You call me in here to tell me some serial killer is offing the cops that killed the man who murdered my parents. Yet you’re acting like I’m a suspect. Why?”
Bangle shrugged. “Maybe you were mad they didn’t make it in time to save your family?”
Slapping the table, I stood up. “What the fuck were they supposed to do? If I’m pissed at anything, I’m pissed that I didn’t get my hands on that motherfucker myself!”
Bangle stood up, too, and stuffed his hands into his pockets. “I suggest you don’t leave town until our investigation is complete. We will be looking into the remainder of your chapter as well.”
I glanced away. “I don’t really like cops, but whoever put a bullet into the head of the man that killed my parents is a hero. I hope you catch this sick fuck.”
Nix opened the door. “Have a good afternoon, Mr. McKnight.”
Without giving them so much as a nod, I walked out the door and gathered the few things that were confiscated. Keys, two pocket knives, and a lighter. I didn’t call anyone at the station to get a ride, so I decided to walk back to my bike. It wasn’t that far. It was just shitty that the FBI fuckers didn’t offer me a ride back. Assholes.