Page 178 of Beyond the Badge: Nox

Nox’s brain glitched and Rez had to quickly turn away.

“What agency?” Dickson asked him, her voice sounding a bit wispy.

Holy shit,who flirts at a crime scene surrounded by death and destruction?

“Peckers All-Male Revue,” Rez answered before Finn could.

This wasn’t going to end well. Nox decided to intervene since he was the only adult out of the three of them. “He’s an officer with the Southern Allegheny Regional PD. Like the rest of us, he was only sworn in as a federal agent to serve on the task force. As you see, that shit went to his head. All right, we’ll get out of your hair and take a look around.”

“Careful where you step and don’t touch anything,” she warned.

Even though he knew the drill, Nox nodded, grabbed Finn’s arm and tugged. They wandered around the Wolf Den’s common area, checking for any signs of Fletch or Wilder. Of course, what they were checking were the deceased.

Every time they uncovered a face, they sighed in relief when it wasn’t either of their team members.

Since there was no sign of them in the front of the clubhouse, they headed to the back where they checked every room. Even the community bathroom.

They also checked the bedroom on the end where T-Bone originally lived. They did find a body in it, but it wasn’t the former prospect. It was whoever moved into that room after T-Bone got the boot.

While they were thankful not to find Fletch or Wilder, they were also disappointed not to find Saint or T-Bone.

They ended the search by heading out back to where most of the Harleys and other vehicles were parked. The only problem was, Fletch’s borrowed bike wasn’t anything special and none of them would recognize it enough to pick it out from the lineup.

Nox wanted to be relieved, but he wasn’t since it wasn’t like Fletch not to check in. He sure as fuck hoped they hadn’t been made by either the Demons or Russos and taken by members of either organization.

When Nox’s phone vibrated in his back pocket, he quickly pulled it out, hoping to see a text from Fletch. It wasn’t. It was Crew calling him.

He braced for bad news as he lifted his phone to his ear.

“They’ve been found.”

Nox’s stomach dropped. “Alive?”

“Yeah,” Crew answered.

“Thank fuck. But you could’ve added that to your initial sentence, asshole. You know I’ve been fucking worried.”

“We’ve all been worried.”

“What happened? Where are they?” Nox asked Crew.

“It ended up they were arrested because both were armed. It also didn’t help that they couldn’t prove who they were because of being undercover and not carrying their federal IDs. Actually, neither had any ID. They also didn’t want to blow their cover at the Wolf Den while being taken into custody, just in case a Demon was watching.”

That all made sense and Nox would’ve done the same. “Have they been released yet?”

“Yes, once their identities were confirmed.”

“Where were they taken?”

“Believe it or not, the Uniontown State Police Barracks.”

“Well, shit, that was convenient.” Especially since Fletch worked for PSP.

“Yeah, so even though he isn’t based out of that location, they knew who he was immediately.”

“No surprise that he has a reputation.”

Crew chuckled. “They need a ride. Wanna pick them up since you’re ‘out and about?’”

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