Page 60 of Peak’s Code

Peak nodded. “She’s right.”

Warden’s expression darkened. “Captain would cut off his own hand before betraying this club.”

“Maybe he didn’t have a choice,” Maeve said.

“Captain always has a choice,” Warden growled.

“No one always has a choice.” The certainty in her voice silenced him. She had learned that lesson the hard way. People made brave promises until someone threatened the right person—a child, a wife, or a sister. Loyalty wasn’t always broken with money. Sometimes it was broken with terror.

Peak retrieved the phone from the bed. “How did you find us?”

Warden glanced toward the window. “Tracker on your bike.”

Peak swore. “Captain said he disabled it.”

“He disabled the club’s tracker,” Warden said.

Maeve stared at him. “There’s more than one?”

“Apparently,” Warden said.

Peak’s expression became deadly calm. “What did you find?”

Warden reached inside his shirt and pulled out a small black device wrapped in plastic. “This was under the rear fender.” Peak took it. It was barely larger than a coin.

Maeve moved closer. “Commercial model?”

“No markings,” Peak said.

“Custom?” she asked.

“Looks like it.” He turned the device over. A thin strip of adhesive covered the back, and the edges were clean. “It has been recently attached.”

“How recently?” she asked.

“Couldn’t say without examining the adhesive.”

Warden looked between them. “You two always talk like that?”

“Yes,” they answered together.

Warden shook his head. “Damn hackers.”

Peak set the tracker on the dresser. “If they tracked the bike, they know this motel.”

“That’s why you need to leave,” Warden said.

“We were already planning to.”

“Good. You’ll ride with me.”

Maeve didn’t like the way he said it. “Where to?”

“Safehouse,” Warden said.

“Which one?” she asked.

“One Captain doesn’t know about.”