Page 26 of Devil in Disguise

“Fine,” Matrix sighed. “Backtracking from when Sypher left Sinclair’s house on the thirteenth of December, Danny arrived in New York City on United Airlines flight 3221 from Chicago, Illinois.”

“Did the flight originate from there?” Montana asked.

“No. The flight originated from Lincoln, Nebraska.”

“Nebraska?” I muttered, looking at Montana. “That’s Silver Shadows territory.”

“And close to the Diamondbacks,” Montana added.

“Now, here is where shit gets weird,” Matrix continued. “I found no trail of him in Nebraska, but I did find an apartment leased to a Kansas Stone in Oklahoma City. I thought your brother lived in Lawton?”

Montana stiffened. “He does. It’s where the Diamondback clubhouse is. Kansas and Kali renovated a place just north of town.”

“Well, either Kansas is fucking around on his wife, or someone else is living in that apartment.”

“You got an address for this apartment, Matrix?” I asked.

“Yeah, sending it to your phone now,” he said, adding, “You should also know that I found two of Sypher and Dante’s college friends living in Diamond Creek.”

“Who?” I asked.

“Two women. An Ellery Livingston, who married a Silver Shadow brother, Ryder Thomas, and another woman named Jessica Montoya.”

“What are the odds of two former college friends living not far from Oklahoma City and one being connected to another biker club?”

“Slim, but I’m not ready to place my bet yet,” I muttered.

“Then how about these odds,” Matrix said. “When the FBI arrested the geek squad, the facility they took them to was in Northwest Kansas, only an hour from Diamond Creek, and after Harbor Security rescued the geek squad, they blew the facility to hell.”

“Oh, I’m liking these odds.” Montana smirked. “What else?”

“Did some digging into the Silver Shadows. There’s a brother there, goes by the name Stocks. Real badass and also an expert in demolitions. And just to make shit more interesting, the Silver Shadows have been hosting a particularly cranky Soulless Sinner for the last several weeks. Want to take a guess who it is?”

Montana growled. “I’ll fucking kill him!”

Reaching for his phone, Montana quickly dialed a number and placed his phone on the table, hitting the speaker button just as the call connected.

“Not fucking talking to you, asshole.”

“Too fucking bad. Vacation is over. What the hell do you know?”

“I know you’re a fucking pussy-whipped pencil dick and you still cry like a little bitch when you don’t get your way.”

I leaned back in my chair and chuckled as Montana glared at me, clenching his fist.

“Goddammit, Bane, this is fucking serious. Do you know what the fuck is going on here? All hell is breaking loose.”

“Always does with you around,” the man groaned. “What else is new?”

“Are you in Nebraska?”

“Right now, I’m sitting at a bar, trying to forget we ever met.”

“You’re gonna wish you were never fucking born when I get my hands on you. Are you staying at the Silver Shadows, yes or no?”

Bane sighed. “Yes.”

“Was Sypher there recently?”

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