Chapter 14
Chapter
Fourteen
Blaze took a chair on the long side of the table in the conference room.
“After three days of pulling threads,” Dom said, “let’s see what we have. Blaze first.”
“I called a promoter I used to work with on the U.S. circuit. He ran fight bookings in the Pacific Northwest underground for fifteen years before going mostly legit four years ago. Promotes amateur MMA cards in Tacoma now. He was one of the first calls I made.”
He set the paper down on the table where the room could see it.
“Six months ago a guy approached him. Wanted him to set up a regular fight night for a private client. Shifter-only fighters. The numbers were good. He turned it down. Fighters had to submit to searches before each event. No phones. He told me he didn’t book it because it smelled wrong.”
Siren interjected. “I called a former colleague from military intel. He now consults for a private firm that monitors organized crime for corporate clients. He says there’s a wealthy human in Portland running underground fighting rings with shifters.”
“In my experience, underground fights like this will run girls out the back,” Blaze said. “Same clientele. Same venues. The fights were what filled the venue. Underneath the fights, the same clientele paid for access to women.”