Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Apollo started typing away, which I could hear since I’d gravitated closer to Jasper on instinct.
He may piss me the fuck off, but I still knew he was safer than standing in the shadows away from him.
“There’s nothing…” Apollo grumbled. “Is she sure?”
Jasper’s eyes came to me where I was standing next to him, arms tucked around my body, and said, “She’s very sure.”
I rubbed at my face, then told him what I witnessed as the man left.
That had both men pausing.
Jasper stiffened.
And on the other end of the line, the typing that’d been furiously going stopped.
“You’re telling me you think he knew where the cameras were?” Apollo asked, sounding worried.
“Yes.”
“Fuck,” Jasper hissed.
“I just switched cameras to the coffee shop across the street. I can see the person clearly now,” Apollo said. “Nowhere on any of our cameras, but everywhere on everyone else’s.” He paused. “Ahhh, there she is.”
“She?” I asked.
“She,” Apollo confirmed. “Got to the gas station where she parked her car. It’s Agent Max.”
“Who?” I asked.
Jasper groaned. “Fuck.”
“Time for you to make contact with the sister,” Apollo said. “I’m following her through the streets now. Oh, she just stopped in a parking lot next to the closed-down laundromat. Hold on.”
I waited on the balls of my feet, bouncing not because of the cold, but because of my anxiety.
Shit.
A woman had been the one sneaking in here?
What had she done, and why was she here?
An agent didn’t sound like good news.
Especially not for an outlaw motorcycle club.
Apollo said something that I didn’t hear because I was too busy letting my mind run wild, but I tuned in just in time for what Jasper had to say.
“I’ll go after I get gas in Calli’s truck,” he grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose.
He smelled like gas, which reminded me that I needed to get the truck filled up as soon as I left. One gallon wouldn’t do it when I had to be at work fairly early in the morning.
“Calliope,” Apollo called out. “Did Max have anything on her when she came out of the shop?”
I shook my head. “No, nothing.”
“Hmm,” Apollo said. “Hush, head into the office and see if she put any taps on my computer or my phone.”
“On it.” Jasper jerked his head to me. “Get inside.”
I followed behind him, nervously looking over my shoulder as I did.
When we got into the office, Jasper took something out of his pocket and started to wave it around the room. The little machine lit up.
I watched in fascination as he moved throughout the building, Webber and Apollo still on the line with him, but not saying anything.
“You just carry one of those around everywhere you go?”
“I do,” he replied. “Job security.”
I didn’t say anything more as he started to pull out stuff from the computer next.
Then the bathroom.
Followed by the plant next to the door.
All in all, he found three bugs, a USB in the back of the computer, and a few other things that I had no clue what they were.
Just as Jasper found the last one, Webber walked through the door looking furious.
“Gonna take more than a sweep of this device to check out the shop,” Jasper grumbled. “You’re going to have to treat this place as hot until we can go over it all.”
“Great.” Webber groaned. “At least it’s Christmas, and I won’t be here for a few days. I can get a few of the prospects to go over it with a fine-tooth comb.”
“Then go over it yourself, because the prospects are unreliable,” I murmured mostly to myself.
Jasper shot me a look that I couldn’t read, but didn’t comment on my statement.
I didn’t dislike the prospects, but I didn’t really like them, either.
They were always so fast to follow directions and orders.
It rubbed me the wrong way.
It also spoke of desperation bordering on infatuation.
That just didn’t compute with me.
Then again, blind dedication to the job never sat well with me, either.
It was always good to question everything.
At least in my honest opinion.
“All right,” Jasper said. “Y’all, I have to get her truck out of here and then I’ll stop by and see Max.”
“Doc is on his way there now. He said he’d go with you.”
I muttered more somethings under my breath, wondering if I was getting a watch dog now.
I liked Doc.
He was great to my sister and his children. Great to my siblings.
But we’d never been close, and probably never would be.
We had a healthy amount of respect for each other, and that was probably how it always would be.
Jasper hung up and headed out to the shop, and I assumed I was supposed to follow.
Jasper dumped all the gas he got into the tank, then started the truck up.
It sputtered a few times, but ultimately stayed running.
“Go fill it up,” he suggested. “Drive carefully. Stay close to town if you need one of us.” He paused. “Also, order one of those gas cap locks. That way she can’t try to do it again.”