Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
The White Stuff is ‘a flyin’
“ S it.”
The detective wore a suit this time.
He figured this was it for sure. He’d get arrested. Word would spread that he was a… a rat…
If that happened, he’d be dead by morning.
SOFRAW had eyes and ears everywhere.
“Is this official?”
“I ask the questions,” the detective said. “Now sit the fuck down before you piss me off.”
He pulled out a chair and sat down.
The detective walked behind him and he thought the detective was going to do the dirty work right now. A bullet to the back of the head. Probably not even feel a fucking thing either. Just end the whole thing right now.
This shit was never supposed to go this deep, go this far and take this long.
“I’ve given you stuff,” he said. “You know the club is organized and there’s not a smoking gun, so to say. It’s all a process.”
“Two dead bodies,” the detective said. “Two sisters. Something is going on around here. And somehow you guys are involved.”
“That was by accident,” he said, turning to look back at the detective. “I swear on my life. You know the pizza place…”
“I’ve read everything. I’ve seen the pictures. I get it. You can give me the ‘close call’ excuse all you want, but if the MC was around… it just looks bad.”
“Well, I’ve got nothing for you on that. You can fucking torture me and that’s the truth.”
“Maybe I will,” the detective said.
The detective opened a drawer and took out a knife.
That made him jump up from the table.
“Oh, relax, tough guy,” the detective said. “I’m fucking around. Plus, you know I have weapons on me. You even think about coming near me and I’ll spray your brains across the kitchen.”
“Maybe it’s time you do that,” he said.
“Yeah? You want out? Say the word.”
He swallowed hard. He shook his head.
He felt completely defeated.
“What are we doing here?” the detective asked.
“The club is moving coke.”
“What?”
He nodded. “A van. Full of it.”
“Sins of Fire Real Anarchy West is running coke? For who?”
“Not sure of all the details,” he said. “Cyrus sort of made a deal on his own. It’s been hectic around the clubhouse. There’s a lot of tension at the table over this. I’m telling you, they will implode on themselves.”
“Well, this could be our chance to give things a little kick in that direction,” the detective said. “This is great news. You have the info on the van?”
“Everything,” he said. “Make, model, plate… VIN… everything…”
“You know where it’s going?”
“I know where it’s going, when it’s going, the route it’s going to be on, and who will be driving.”
“You just became my favorite person in the world,” the detective said. “Not so hard to do, huh?”
He felt good about himself. Sort of. Trading in the club sucked. Not part of his plan in life, but that’s how things went. Everyone knew that in this life.
‘This life…’
He wasn’t even sure what that actually meant anymore. All he had was a vision. A small town near the Canadian border. North Dakota. Montana. (Did those states touch the fucking border…?)Didn’t matter to him. That’s where he wanted to be.
A small cabin. Some land. Animals. Nothing else.
“Hey, don’t go daydreaming on me right now,” the detective said. “I’ve seen that look a million times. Guys get way too far ahead of themselves and start picking out what kind of fucking bathmats they want, right? Next thing you know, they have bullet holes where eyes used to be.”
That snapped him out of his trance.
He knew what would happen if Cyrus found out…
Or maybe he didn’t.
There had been issues before, but not like this.
He rubbed his forehead.
The detective walked up to him and patted his shoulder. “Hey, I’m not trying to scare you too much. I’m just saying we need complete focus. You’re right. These things are messy. Fair enough. I’ll give you that much credit. And, hey, sorry about that beating you took. I was in a bad mood. Could have been worse. I could have shot you!”
The detective started to laugh. He noted the look in the detective’s eyes. Bloodshot eyes. Tired eyes. The eyes of a psycho. Someone way off the normal set of standard job duties.
That’s when he knew he was fucked… in reality… totally fucked. No matter what.
Shit, at this point… he started to wonder if he should just swallow a bullet on his own.