Page 100 of The Moment They Can Never Forgive
“Name?” Dan asked when he sat down across from one of them.
“Parrot,” the man said with a smirk.
“Because you eat seed or live in a cage?” Dan asked.
The man scowled.
“Christian and surname?”
“I want a lawyer.”
“Why?”
“I know my rights.”
Dan tapped the folder on the table between them. “Know what this is?”
He didn’t respond, so Dan opened the folder.
“These are documents found in two locations not far from here. Documents that incriminate the Bandits in the supply and distribution of cocaine. Not to mention the charges you are facing selling an illegal substance in my town.”
The biker looked a little nervous now.
“Name?” Dan asked again.
“Avery Thornton.”
Dan blinked at that. “I can see why Parrot works for you.”
It took him two hours, but he got what he needed out of Avery Thornton. His uncle got nothing out of his man, but that didn’t matter; they had Grill and the Bandits now. The evidence was irrefutable.
Because of thenature of the investigation, Dan and Kevin had spent the night at the station. No way were they letting anyone slip in or out. The federal boys arrived the next day, bringing with them a flood of new information. They’d been building a case on a major cocaine smuggling ring spanning severalstates, and now, with what the Lyntacky sheriff’s department had uncovered, the puzzle pieces were locking into place. Avery Thornton’s testimony would help put people away for a long time.
“We’re moving on the Bandits’ headquarters now,” Uncle Asher said early that afternoon. “Let’s go before they get wind we’re onto them.”
Dan pulled on his body armor, armed himself, and followed his uncle and two other deputies out to a cruiser. The feds climbed in their car.
Dan’s phone rang as his uncle drove out of Lyntacky. He pulled it out and checked the screen but didn’t answer.
“Your mom?”
“Zoe.”
“Good call not answering, then. She’ll know as soon as you open your mouth that something’s off,” Uncle Asher said.
“Exactly.”
They talked about what would happen when they arrived and that they were only there to back up the federal boys.
“Nothing dumb, boys,” Uncle Asher said as they made their way to the Bandits clubhouse.
Dan kept his eyes forward, the weight of his body armor heavy on his shoulders. The familiar smells from the leather seats, of dust and oil, and the hum of the cruiser, seemed heightened as the tension in the car climbed.
“This place is a fortress,” Asher Dans said. “They’ll have lookouts. Maybe cameras. Maybe dogs. Stay sharp.”
Dan flexed his fingers against his thighs. “We know the layout, so that’s in our favor.”
“Haven’t spent a lot of time there, but know it has two stories. Bar and meeting room downstairs, rooms above where they crash. The garage is at the back. That’s where I want eyes,” Uncle Asher said. “The feds say Grill’s name comes up a lot, but all themembers will be involved. But he’s the major player, even if he’s not the Bandits president.”
