Page 21 of Stranger Gifts

“It was like interviewing a bouncer in a bar for the role of Pope but he spoke like an educated bouncer in a bar. I’m not sure how either of them got all the way through the process and up the ladder, but they’re sitting there and we’ve been watching them,” said Winston.

“If you guys don’t find a way to get them out of their offices, you’re going to have a very big issue on your hands. Their club leader, a man named Killer, real name, Harry Clayton, III, has been causing havoc wherever they go. They tried to get us to build bikes for them, then took seven women and abused them.”

“You got them?” asked Mack.

“We got them.” The two men nodded.

“What do you want us to do?” asked Winston.

“Fire them both. We’ve got their police records, along with their fingerprints, which someone obviously hid from all of you. Present it, let them know they’re done, and that will be one problem solved.”

“We can send men,” said Winston. “We’ve been watching this gang for a while now.”

“You can’t watch a gang like this, Asa. You know that,” said Skull. “Clubs like this have to be abused, tortured, tormented, until they fall apart and collapse.”

“Some of us have rules we have to follow, Ghost,” said Asa. “I know you don’t have to but you should. We’ll get these two out of their positions and be available to help in any other way you need.”

“If you take care of those two, we’ll make sure the local law enforcement is shut down and put out of business. If they have no one on the inside to help them, they’ll have no one to feed them information about the case involving Sister Agatha,” said Nine.

“And then?” asked Mack.

“And then, we really start to have fun.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“Jesus, what happened here?” asked Campbell.

Killer was sitting at table hunched over, moaning with stomach cramps and pain. His face was a pale yellowish-green and the odor of feces was nearly overwhelming.

“What the fuck are you doing here? You’ll fuck everything up!”

“We were fired,” said Finch. “Both of us were called in today. They had our prints, our criminal history, photos, everything that you said was hidden. We’re done and we’ve been charged with impersonating a federal employee, gross criminal misconduct and a bunch of other shit.”

“How? How the fuck is this happening?” he moaned.

“I don’t know but we won’t be able to get back in, that’s for damn sure,” said Finch. “We both tried to find where that nun was moved and couldn’t find her. Worse than that, Banger has been moved to solitary. They said it was for his own safety.”

“Shit!” he screamed, slamming his hand on the table. He moaned then ran toward the bathroom, the others all staring at him.

“What the fuck is wrong with him?”

“Don’t know. Something weird happened here. All these fucking wild animals trampling our bikes, shitting everywhere, and then the girls disappeared. An hour later, he was shitting all over himself. He’s changed his clothes like three times and he’s still going.”

“Damn,” muttered Finch. “Somebody figured it all out and it was damn sure someone who had connections. Our shit was hidden deep.”

“Where are the new bikes?” asked Campbell.

“Don’t have ‘em,” said one of the older members. “Fuckers refused to sell them to us. Beautiful damn bikes too. Not like what we had. Don’t know what we’re going to do now. If we don’t have bikes we’re not much of a club and we’re sitting here vulnerable.”

“Did you go back to the shop and try to convince them that they should sell to you?” asked Finch.

“Of course we fucking did,” growled Killer from behind them. “Bastards were gone. All of it. The entire fucking shop was gone.”

The two men in suits stared at one another then looked at their leader. Maybe he was losing it and needed to be replaced.

“I’m not fucking crazy. Ask the boys. They went out to find it and couldn’t. It was fucking gone.”

The two men looked at one another, then back at the men in the room.

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