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Drake picked up a stack of bills, trying to find the correlating serial number. When he continued to come up empty, “This isn’t the same money I gave him. Tossing the stack to the table.

Molly sat the plates down, picking up the stack he tossed and thumbed through the bills. She made it a fourth of the way through when she stopped. “Uh-oh,” her eyes flashing to Drake. “All this ain’t real.” Pulling out a single bill, she rubbed her fingers over the paper and held it at different angles against the light. Handing it to Drake, “It’s fake as hell, and it ain’t even that good.”

Drake held the twenty between his fingers, the bill looked real to him. “How can you tell?”

Molly takes another bill from the stack, holding it out to him. “Feel the difference, the fake one is thinner, not as crisp. That’s ‘cause they used shitty paper. If you hold it up to the light, you can see the watermark is wrong, Jefferson is missing an eye.”

Drake didn’t notice any difference in the feel of the paper, but he could see a slight difference in the watermark.

“Can you tell me if those plates made this bill?”

Molly reached for the plates, holding them out to Drake. “These plates are shit, and I won't use them, as they are full of errors. Tillman was too lazy to make anything decent.”

“Tillman?” Drake questioned.

“The Enforcer,” Justice and Molly spoke in unison, before turning to each other and laughing. Drake smiled at the pair, happy Justice had been reunited with her friend.

“A guy who rode with Red, he thought too highly of himself and even testified against me at my trial.”

Drake had to concentrate on the money in his hands to hide the rising anger. He would look this Tillman guy up later and deal with him if he was still alive.

“Can you tell who made these bills?”

“Every counterfeiter has a flaw, some more obvious than others. My granny had a dot on a number for years before she found it and corrected it. Anyway, the man I know who used to have bills with that flaw in them goes by the name of Duckett, but everyone calls him Duck.”

The alarm on the police database program sounds, and Tobias sprints to his computer on the bar.

“He hangs around with a one percent MC, the real kind not like Red and his Disciples.”

“I found her!” Tobias shouts from the bar, pulling his coat over his suit and grabbing his keys.

“Found who?” Drake demands.

Tobias turns to Justice, “Tymeless was arrested for shoplifting earlier this evening. In Detroit.”

CHAPTERFORTY

“I’m coming with you.”Excitement filled Justice's chest, as she reached for her borrowed coat.

“Justice, I don’t think…”

“Who is Tymeless?”

Drake and Tobias said in unison, both men moving to block her path. After a silent exchange, Tobias nods his head once and moves to the side, allowing Drake to stand in front of her.

Taking her face between his palms, his green eyes searching hers. “Talk to me, baby.” His voice soft as an angel’s whisper, his touch filling her body with a calm she’d never experienced.

“Tymeless is my sister. She was with Red while I was in prison, but there was no sign of her when I arrived at his place. Tobias swore he would find her. If she is in jail, I have to go to her.”

Drake traced his thumbs along her cheekbone, the rhythm nearly buckling her knees. He remained quiet after she finished and Justice could see the gears in his head spinning like crazy.

“Tell me what you know, Tobias.” His eyes never leaving hers, his thumbs continue their soothing journey.

“Red was obsessed with Tymeless, had plans of making her his wife once he got her back.”

“Back from where?”

“He never said, but I have a theory.”

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