Page 68 of Jagger
“Don’t worry what the fuck we were doing, shithead. Tell me what Bull found.”
Trick and Lucky both dropped their teasing grins at my reminder. Trick’s expression was serious as he told me, “Bull was able to get a hit off Monica Laskey’s credit card. It was used this morning to pay for a room at the Fairview Motel. Looks like he stayed there last night and checked out early this morning.”
“Fuck!” I ran both hands through my hair as I paced back and forth in the hallway, frustrated beyond belief that we hadn’t found the bastard last night.
“OK,” I said grimly. “Give me ten minutes to get showered and changed, and I’ll meet you downstairs to figure out where the hell to look now.”
They nodded and headed back downstairs as I opened the door and slipped back inside my room. The shower was on, so I opened the bathroom door and let Molly know I was back.
“I’ll be out in a second, honey.”
“OK, just leave the water running for me, and I’ll jump in as soon as you’re done.” I knew if I got into the shower with her, we wouldn’t leave this room anytime soon, and that just wasn’t a fucking option right now. That was just one more reason for me to kick Laskey’s ass when we found him.
True to her word, Molly stepped out moments later, grabbing a towel and drying off as I slipped around her and stepped into the shower.
“What did Lucky have to say about Chad Laskey? Did Bull find him?”
I raised my voice a little so she could hear me over the sound of the water. “He rented a room at some fleabag motel and checked out early this morning. We’re going to meet downstairs to come up with a new plan.”
Less than ten minutes later, Molly and I were both downstairs in the kitchen grabbing some breakfast. Rome greeted Molly with a kiss to her cheek, then smacked me on the back of the head.
“Morning, asshole.”
“Morning, shithead,” I returned, elbowing him out of the way so I could grab a couple of coffee mugs from the cabinet.
Someone had made a big batch of scrambled eggs – Irish, if I had to guess. He was one of the few brothers who cooked around here. I dished some up for Molly and me, while she popped some bread in the toaster for us.
We sat down at one of the tables in the main club room, and Pop and Viking wandered over to join us.
“Did your girl tell you she cheats at poker?” Viking asked, raising a brow at Molly when she started to argue.
“I donotcheat at poker. I’m just that good,” she informed him smugly.
“You hustled us, girly, and you know it. Countin’ cards or some shit, probably. I forgot how you hustled the boys playing pool that first day, or I’d have thought twice about playing cards with ya.”
“I didn’t cheat, and I didn’t hustle anyone. It’s not my fault that you never considered that I already knew how to play.”
“Uh-huh. Not your fault at all, right? You didn’t think to volunteer that information?” Viking asked, trying to maintain his sour disposition but failing to hide the teasing twinkle in his eye.
“Nope, just like you didn’t think to ask,” Molly said archly, raising one eyebrow in that look that probably struck fear into the hearts of kindergartners everywhere.
“She’s got you there, old man,” Pop said with a smirk as he raised his coffee cup to salute Molly.
“Who the fuck are you calling old, you old fart. You’re two damned years older than I am and you know it.”
I tuned out the sound of Pop and Viking bickering like an old married couple. I figured that happened when you’ve been best friends for over fifty years. I shoveled the last bite of eggs into my mouth, then chased it with a gulp of coffee. Molly was only halfway through her breakfast, so I dropped a kiss on her forehead as I stood up.
“I’m gonna meet with the guys and figure out our next steps. Will you be OK hanging out here for a while?”
She nodded and swallowed the bite of toast she’d just taken. “I’ll be fine. Do you have any idea what time you want to meet up with my parents?”
I shook my head. “Don’t know yet, Angel. It’s gonna depend on what we do about Laskey. I want him found, one way or another, so I know you’re safe.”
“I understand, and I think my parents will, too. You go on now,” she made a motion to shoo me away, “and I’ll take care of this,” she indicated the dirty breakfast things.
“Nope, that’s what the bunnies are for. They can handle cleaning up.” I pretended not to notice the smirk on Molly’s face or the roll of her eyes, knowing full well that she knew cleaning was the least of what the bunnies were here for.
“We’re gonna meet in the Chapel in five minutes, brothers. Prospect, bring me another coffee.”
