Page 3 of Bitten By Zombie

Thank God for the distraction, Zombie thought as he grabbed what they jokingly called their blackmail kit. It was basically junior crime solving gear.

Way too many people thought they could have a car crushed, and all their secrets would disappear into a Detroit pancake.

Especially pigs. And citizens who were pig adjacent. They loved to use the MC to make their sins disappear. But the joke was on them. With the specialty of Eureka Cleaners being crime scene cleanup, they had everything they needed, and it was all legally obtained at that.

The literal vault of “evidence” they’d collected over the years, against some of Provo’s most prominent citizens, was staggering. And well, not quite as legally obtained.

All three men made their way outside to the car on the flatbed. Hook pulled on some levers and whatnot until the car slipped back to ground level but still attached to his truck.

“Pig or pig family?” Zombie asked, indicating the overabundance of tow notices, including those sealing the doors and trunk.

Not suspicious at all.

The car definitely held some secrets. Secrets they would determine before flattening it and giving the owner a false sense of security that the evidence was disposed of.

“I think neither. The call came across as abandoned for over six months, but it doesn’t look like it’s spent six months inoperable to me.”

Squatch circled the car, and Zombie took pictures. “Not to mention, all these tags have different dates scrawled on them, but the same amount of sun fade and weather damage. Gotta be fake.”

“Yep, definitely a cover-up.”

They all donned gloves. Hook busted out the window and unlocked the doors. More pictures and evidence gathering. There wasn’t much. No trash. No papers. No dust even.

Definitely dropped recently.

“Well, we got all we could inside. Hook, let’s pop the trunk.”

Hook got the trunk open while Zombie bagged everything they’d collected.

“Um, prez. We got a body.”

“What the fuck?” Zombie growled as he made his way to the trunk. Sure enough, there was a brunette, bound and gagged, just minutes from being crushed.

“Shit. Now what?” Hook looked to his president to take the lead.

“That’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it? Call the pigs now and get involved today as the people who discovered the body, or dispose of her ourselves and become involved hands-on, but delayed if anything comes of it.”

“Right?” he agreed. “Blackmail material on these dirtbags is all well and good, but a body is a little too much evidence to deal with. I say call now.”

Fuck. It was the last thing the club needed, but Squatch was right.

The problem solved itself when the body rolled its head to the side and moaned.

“Shit,” Zombie breathed.

Rushing closer, he pulled the knife from his boot and cut her bindings, including the gag, before scooping her into his arms.

“Lock it down,” he ordered as he strode toward his room. “Call Joanie.”

He hated involving Dale’s sister, but the woman in his arms needed medical attention. Her head flopped around with every step, and her moans became nonexistent. Her chest looked still.

Someone wanted her dead.

She’d obviously been drugged and thatsomeonemight get their wish.

Zombie placed her on the bed as Hook came in, phone to his ear, and Squatch hot on his heels.

“Hey, prez. Joanie’s on her way. In the meantime, she said give her Narcan.”

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