Page 58 of Bitten By Zombie

“Right on track. Hook and Iron will be heading back by lunchtime. The trash was taken out already. And breadcrumbs were left for God and swine.”

Translation, the initial cleanup was complete, they were just testing for trace with chemical detection. The bodies were disposed of. Stan’s car was hidden—not too well—somewhere near the compound.

His men had also taken the gun to Stan’s place. As soon as the pigs searched there, they’d not only find the gun but some of Stan’s clothes missing and evidence of his hasty getaway.

All that would give the police a reason to think he was hiding out with his cult after shooting Santa.

Zombie nodded.

“Wall Street thinks we should make Walt an offer on the complex and let him stay on at salary to run it. It wouldn’t be a bad investment and might buy a little mutism should the pigs go sniffing back in the direction in the future.”

It was a solid idea. Outsiders were always the riskiest factor whenever the club came out on the wrong side of the law. Not that Walt seemed the type, but sometimes, people just don’t think because the motivation to meter their words wasn’t persuasive enough.

Zombie’s phone vibrated and he pulled it from his pocket. It was Irishman.

“Hey, brother, she safe?”

“Yeah, she’s here and no worse for wear as far as we can tell. Got someone coming to check her out just to be sure.”

“What happened?”

“Not sure, little lady said she’d talk to her brother about it. So, her story to tell.”

“Got it. I’ll send ’em for her ASAP. Thanks again, brother.”

“Anytime.”

They ended the call.

Zombie went to stand but Outlaw halted him. “Already called him, he—” Croon came barreling in the kitchen wearing pajama pants and nothing else.

“Devin?”

“Yeah, she’s safe. Irishman said he’d leave the storytelling to her. Grab Hook and bring her home.”

Hook spoke from the doorway. “I’ll grab the van, and we can roll in thirty.”

His woman came into view and Zombie’s field of vision and thought shrunk down to the size of Heidi. He hopped up and went to the coffee pot.

“Coffee?” The question was a formality because Zombie was already pouring her a cup.

“Yes, please,” she answered as she went to the fridge and started pulling out stuff to make breakfast. She’d done so every morning since she’d been there. Sometimes elaborate, and sometimes just eggs and toast, but they never missed the most important meal of the day.

Taking care of her boys.

“Morning, Outlaw,” she greeted his veep as Zombie handed her a steaming mug and kissed the top of her head.

“Morning, sweetheart. How’d you sleep?” Outlaw drawled.

Zombie glared at him.

“Good.” Her answer short and sweet, but Zombie didn’t miss the rising color in her cheeks.

“Cool. I was just wondering because I thought you were up all night praying.”

“Praying?” she asked, and Zombie groaned. It was too late to stop his veep.

“Yeah, I just heardoh god, this andoh godthat, and a lot ofplease, god. You must have been praying for something real hard because you were begging for hours.” Every time his veep saidoh god, he did so in a poor imitation of Heidi.

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