Page 14 of Devil Inside: Green

“The kind of man people wouldn’t take notice of,” I say, thinking out loud.

“He wore a blue, checkered, button-down with a chambray vest and darker wash jeans, I remember that.”

“Anything else?” Green asks.

“Well, there was one thing—it’s so small, it probably won’t help you, but he had the sleeves of his shirt folded probably twice on each arm. I don’t know why I noticed this, but on the underside of his left arm, he had a small mole in a sort of heart shape. I remember thinking it was interesting.”

“Any information has the potential to help,” I say. “Please don’t give these details to anyone else.”

“The police already suggested that I not speak to anyone else, although they didn’t give me a direct order, and when Benny told me why you two were looking for him…” She trails off. Benny? That must be waiter Ken’s brother’s name.

“Well, we really appreciate you speaking with us today,” I say. Green drops the money for our drinks and a tip for Caycee down on the bar top. “Come on, Preppy, let’s get going.”

I stand, following him, and laugh. “Preppy?”

“You’re a cheerleader. Cheerleaders are preppy. If you’re calling me ‘Darry,’ for god knows what reason, then you’rePreppy.”

“Jesus, you’re ridiculous.”

He snickers, dropping his hand to my back again. “I can accept that.”

Back in the car, Green puts in a call to his brothers. The call connects through the Bluetooth on my car. “Where are you?” Vlad—I’d recognize that scary biker’s voice anywhere—asks.

“Oak Grove.”

“What the fuck are you doing in Oak Grove?”

“I’m with Prep—er—Danni. We’ve got some intel on the killer.”

“Dammit, Green—get your ass back here. Jack Dunham is here now in an official capacity. Sarge has his other Raiders brothers working their magic. Jack’s showing us what he has so far.”

Jack Dunham is a former Marine Raider, part of Sarge’s ex-team, turned world-famous photojournalist who has been working closely with the Horde to help them find intel on The Bible Belt killer. I learned that six months ago when I first made contact with the Horde. The man has a lot of connections in his business. He seems like he’d be a good partner, although I’ve never met him.

“You all work with Jack. Danni and I are doing things our way. I guess we’ll meet in the middle.” He hits the hang-up button.

“Do you think we should let Sarge’s Raider brothers know what we know?” I ask.

“Not yet. It’s our only ace. I tell them, Vlad orders me to sit my ass at home, and since that’s not happening, I risk getting kicked out of the club. They’ve put up with a lot of shit from me.”

“Okay.So we need to get to North Carolina.”

“North Carolina,” he repeats. “But I have to be back for my piss test next week.”

“You have to do it every week?”

“Every damn week until further notice. I’m not actually supposed to leave the state.”

“Are you serious?”

He glares at me. “You asked me to come with. Don’t get pulled over by the cops and I should be okay.”

I pull the atlas out when we stop for gas. Green doesn’t want to be seen in Middlesboro, which is right on top of where we cross the border. He has MC brothers who live there. If they see him, they’ll definitely follow. I get it, but it’s not ideal.

“How the hell are we narrowing down Sloth?” he asks, hanging the pump back into place.

“I wish I knew.”

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