Page 146 of Rags's Awakening
“Hawk told me there’s been another murder by that bastard the fuckin’ badges can’t find.” He ran a hand through his hair. “What the hell is wrong with these badges?”
“I’m wondering the same thing,” Throttle said.
“They’re worthless unless it’s stickin’ their noses in our business. Assholes.” Hawk pushed to his feet. “I gotta get back to the shop.”
“Why? Kimber’s there. You know all the guys are terrified of her.” Throttle laughed.
Hawk chuckled. “You’re right about that, but I sent her to Silverton to pick up some parts.” He rapped his fingers on the desk. “I’ll have that information soon.”
“Okay. Thanks,” Rags said.
“See you.”
A burst of frosty air rushed in as Hawk opened the door and stepped outside.
“What info is Hawk gettin’ for you?” Throttle asked.
“The name of the bastard whose car I chased at Casey’s that night,” Rags replied.
“Oh yeah. When you find out, count me in.”
A grim smile pulled at his lips. “Thanks.”
“I know what you’re goin’ through. It’s tough as hell. Been there.”
“I know.”
“We’ll nail his ass. Until then, keep your woman covered,” Throttle said.
“I am. Banger’s good with Hog and Skinless rotating shifts when I’m not around. Casey thinks I’m overreacting.”
“They all do. Remember how my ol’ lady was? Fuck that. We go by our gut.”
“Yep. That’s what I’ve been telling her, but…” he chuckled.
“She stubborn as hell. Am I right?” Throttle grinned.
“One hundred percent.” Rags shook his head.
Throttle guffawed. “Welcome to the club of stubborn women who drive you crazy and you can’t live without.”
Rags rolled his eyes.
Throttle glanced at his phone. “Damn. I got a meeting with Darrell Nelson in five minutes.”
“You better get your ass movin’. That’s a shitload of money if we land that contract.”
“I know.” Throttle turned toward the door.
“Get it for us, dude,” Rags said as Throttle yanked it open and rushed out.
Quiet settled over the office. Rags leaned back, frustration snaking up his spine. The sicko spreading reigning fear over the town was hiding in plain sight. That pissed him off more than anything.
“He’s right under my nose. Damnit,” he muttered.
His cell phone rang, cutting through the silence. He grimaced when Julie’s name flashed on the screen.What the hell does she want?He’d been by to see her mom a couple of times over the past few months and had been relieved he’d just missed Julie both times. And now she was calling him.Maybe her mom died.His gut twisted. He picked up the phone.
“Hey.”
