Epilogue
PEZ
We’re going over all the information that we’ve discovered on Apex. It feels like we’re going in circles though. There’s nothing in here that tells us who would have wanted to hurt the man.
“I don’t know men, all this seems like a dead end,” Spider says with a tired sigh.
I know the feeling. It’s eleven at night.
We’ve been going through this shit for hours and we’re not getting any closer to finding out what happened.
Apex can’t remember anything either. The last thing he can recall clearly was sitting at a local bar downtown, talking to some redhead, and drinking a beer. That’s it.
He’s due to get out tomorrow, but until we figure out what’s going on, we’re keeping a man on him full time.
“Did we get footage from the bar?” King asks. I take out the file I have with the grainy image of Apex talking to some woman with carrot red hair. You never get a clear image of her face. King looks at the image in disgust. “This is it?” he asks, tossing the picture over to BB.
“That’s it. That’s the most we have of her. It’s like she knew where the cameras were and avoided looking at them.”
“Which means, she probably had something to do with it,” BB grumbles.
“Maybe,” Crank says. “It could be she was cheating on her old man and being extra cautious.”
“This is a clusterfuck. We’re chasing a damn ghost.”
“Pretty much,” I concede.
“Hunter!” Beau comes crashing through the door of King’s office, her eyes frantic and her hair a mess.
BB is up a in a minute. “What’s going on?” he asks, taking Beau in his arms.
“It’s Gordo! He and Slider were in a wreck.
Some guy T-boned them in a damn dump truck and drove off.
He’s in the hospital. Slider is okay, but they took Gordo in for emergency surgery.
He had my number in his wallet. I had to lie and tell them I was his next of kin over the phone,” she explains.
The temp in the room grows colder. Gordo is a body man at her garage.
Everyone in the club knows and likes the guy.
“Fuck, c’mon baby. Let’s go to the hospital. Where’s Ty?”
“He is at your parents tonight. I came straight here.”
BB sends a look to King, that I catch. Then, he and Beau leave.
“Crank?” King growls
“Yeah?”
“Stay with them. Keep close by Beau’s side.”
I look over at King. “Do you think Beau’s garage is being targeted?”
“I think it makes more sense than anything else we’ve found,” King exhales.
“I’m going to get home to my woman. I can start investigating in the morning. Maybe Beau will know if anyone is upset with her garage.”
“Sounds good. I’m getting home to my girls too. Make sure you keep a man on Daphne and Cammie, if Sabre’s not going to be there.”
“Will do,” I acknowledge, as the two of us head out.
I was nervous before the meeting tonight.
Not having answers is never good. The fact that another man is down, and we still have no clue as to why is beyond bad.
I pick up my phone and call my contact at the police department.
I need that street cam footage from the wreck.
Hopefully whoever it was that hit Gordo slipped up.
I hope to God he did before someone else gets hurt.