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Randy studies the photo before showing it to Bianca. Bianca’s gasp draws our attention.
“Do you recognize her?” Randy asks.
Bianca nods as she studies the image. “It’s Morgan Clacker. I didn’t know her all that well, but I had talked to her about the Fake Max. She turned in her notice a few days before I did. I last saw her two days ago. She was leaving when I was arriving for my shift.”
“I remember that name. It was on the list Brigit gave us,” Rafe says. “We need to track these guys back to where they’re hiding out. Stevie, did they give you an address?”
“No, just a P.O. Box,” I respond. “They left a phone number. Have you ever called it?”
“No. Do you want me to try calling? What should I say? Should I tell them you executed a warrant?” Stevie yammers.
Puma and Rafe share a look before Rafe shrugs. “Don’t tell them about the warrant if you can avoid it. Call and report that someone has cut the lock off,” Puma suggests.
Stevie runs off toward the office, while we wait.
“Why don’t you want to tell them about the warrant?” Bianca asks.
“We don’t want to scare them away. If they know the cops are watching the unit, they’ll likely just abandon it rather than risk getting picked up by the cops,” Puma explains.
Bianca nods as she stifles a yawn. “Tired?” I ask her, pulling her so she can lean against me.
“A little,” she responds.
“You can head back to the clubhouse,” Puma says. “We can take it from here. You did well finding this place.”
“Taylor found it. If he hadn’t been worried about Christine, we’d never have known where to look,” Randy says.
“I want to help you find these bastards,” Taylor says. “I have access to top-of-the-line surveillance equipment and trained men. If you need help following these guys, I have drones we can use.”
“We’ll likely take you up on your offer,” Puma says, shaking Taylor’s hand.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: RANDY
“You’re heading back to the clubhouse?” Chill asks Rattler.
“Yeah, we have more addresses on our list that we’ll cover tomorrow. We only crossed three off our list, and two of them lived together. Taylor gave us the biggest lead,” Rattler admits.
“It was a great lead,” Chill says. “Look, I have a favor to ask of Bianca. I read through the information you left for me about the times when Walt accosted you. I compiled a file on the network that contains a list of male employees who were working during those shifts. Could you review them and let me know if any of them made you feel harassed or uncomfortable? I need somewhere to start.”
Rattler’s jaw clenches at her request. I think he’s going to object, but instead, he shares a dark look with Chill. Something else is going on.
“I’ll be happy to look through the file,” Bianca says.
“I’d like to look through them, too, if that’s okay with you,” I say. “I might recognize someone.”
“Good idea,” Rattler says. “Let’s grab some dinner and head back to the clubhouse where we can spread out,” Rattler says, taking Bianca’s hand and leading her toward my car. I follow along behind them.
“What do you want to eat?” Rattler asks once we’re all in the car.
“I’d kill for Chinese,” Bianca says.
“Chinese it is,” I say, pulling out my phone.
“Wait a second,” Rattler says, stopping me from searching for the closest Chinese restaurant on my phone. “Let’s go to the casino and pick up our dinner there. They have the best food around.”
“That sounds great!” Bianca chimes in.
I start the car and point it toward the casino. Once I park, Rattler stills us from opening the door. “Look over there.”
