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He shrugged. “I don’t really know or care. I was told the head programmer who escaped has a tracking program that was modified. It wasn’t easy to break through his code, but it led me to CatLady50. Unfortunately, that tool was lost when you destroyed the network.”

So, he didn’t know coding or computer language or anything like that. There was a chance. It was a long shot, but it was her only option at a happy ending.

She put her hands on the keyboard and started typing.

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Wolf was alreadyover this president bullshit. Quillon had pulled up a template for bylaws and standing rules the club needed to adopt and follow. Today’s meeting was about wording them to meet their needs. The legalized language was giving him a migraine already.

“It says we need a two-thirds majority quorum in order to enact a vote. What the hell is a quorum?”

“Point of order!”

“We haven’t discussed anything yet.”

“I know. I just always wanted to say that.”

Fuck me!Wolf pulled out his phone and fired off a text.

Wolf: Yo, Stud. You guys have bylaws and shit like that?

The reply came in seconds.

Stud: Yeah. What’s up?

Wolf: Can you share them with me? I’m trying to herd cats here and could use some direction.

Stud: I can’t make a unilateral decision for my club, but I’ll bring it up to Brick and see if it’s possible. I’ll let you know.

He closed his phone only to see Melter rolling a blunt. “I don’t see what the big deal is. A few sales now and then won’t hurt us. We can take over where the hippie guy left off. It’s just a little weed.”

That was the last straw. Wolf rose from the round table and took a breath to cuss the shit out of the older man when his phone jangled. His blood ran cold as he heard the sound. It was the one he’d put in for Jazzy in trouble.

Just then, someone started banging on the front door.

“It’s Denny,” Camshaft announced.

“Denny, we’re busy right now?—

“You need to get un-busy,” the officer said as he entered the room. “We got a tip that a girl got taken by the Slaggers on the Fleming Bridge. Someone sent us CCTV footage proof, or at least that’s what we think. The video showed up at the office on every computer screen. Hard to tell from the angle, but I’m pretty sure that’s your woman.”

Wolf’s blood froze in his veins. “What the fuck did you just say?”

Denny turned his phone around and showed Wolf a short reel. The image was grainy, but he could clearly see Ramrod with his hand around a woman’s throat. A moment later, a bike sailed over the safety rails of the bridge, and she was forced on the back of another man’s motorcycle.

“Meeting adjourned. Get the fuck out.”

No one questioned his decision. Not even Melter.

Wolf turned to Denny, his voice harder than titanium steel. “Where?”

“We don’t know. Got them getting off the bridge and heading north, but the traffic cams are out. We… I was hoping you would know.”

Wolf checked the text he’d received on Jazz’s ringtone. It wasn’t a message but a map link. Somehow, Jazz got ahold of a computer and sent out an SOS. He swallowed the fury building in his throat and chose his words carefully. “That wasn’t Jazz on the bridge. Probably some chick Ramrod wants to get to know better.”

Denny’s eyes narrowed. “Are you sure about that?”

Wolf’s gaze dropped to a frosty zero. “Positive.”

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