Page 94 of Banshee
I thought I’d have a fight on my hands when it came time to tell my brother. He wasn’t happy when I joined the club, but despite everything he suspected I’d done in my life, he protected me.
I had an ace up my sleeve, though. I talked to the woman who ran the bakery, Trudy. It seemed the residents of Diamond Creek didn’t much care for their lazy, good-for-nothin’ sheriff, as Trudy described him. With a little help from the Silver Shadows, I bet we could convince him it was time he retired and made room for someone younger.
Diamond Creek would be in need of a new sheriff, and I knew just the man for the job.
“Come on, Dec. This is perfect for you.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“You’re getting up there in years, big brother. Your body has to be getting tired, maybe a little worn down.” I punched him in the shoulder, and he shoved me.
“Fuck you. I’m forty-four, not even middle age yet.”
I scoffed at his assessment, but he wasn’t wrong. For a man in his forties, my brother kept in shape. He had to if he was going to chase down criminals. Though in a sleepy little town like Diamond Creek, he wouldn’t be chasing much. Willow had told us not much happened in the way of crime. It was how the current sheriff had kept his job.
“What you say? You ready for a change? Ready to get out of hell and give the North Pole a try?”
Declan stared at me. “You’re really doing it? You’re getting out?”
“I’m not getting out, Dec. I told you when I joined, the club is for life. But I’m getting away from Steele and the illegal shit. I don’t want to live fifteen fucking hours from my brother, but I’ll do it.”
“No, you fucking won’t. Do what you have to do, but I don’t wanna know shit.”
That was as much of a green light as I was gonna get from him. But it was more than I needed to make sure Declan and I stayed together. We were the only blood family either of us had.
“King!”
I turned toward Mimic’s shout. He rushed over, Indie hot on his ass.
“Banshee’s in trouble.”
“What? I thought he was here.” My eyes did a spin around the room as I clocked the location of each of my men.
Mimic held up his phone, and it said9-1-1.
“Nav! Pull Banshee’s location.”
“What’s going on?” Dec asked.
“I don’t know. Banshee texted 9-1-1 to Mimic.”
“He’s up near Sydney on the I-80.”
“He moving?” I asked as I made my way toward Nav.
“No.”
“Dec, I gotta go.” I put two fingers in my ears and whistled loudly. “Shadows, round up!”
“Go. The EMTs have this; thankfully not many were injured, and no one died. I need to go talk to Mary Ann. I’ll let you know when I have more.”
I grunted a response and headed outside to my bike. Nav pulled up Banshee’s location on Blade’s phone, and as Road Captain, he rolled out first. I waited for my place in the middle. This wasn’t a regular run where I needed to be seen out in front of the pack.
My men needed me safe, and that was in the middle, surrounded by my brothers, because I damn sure wasn’t staying back at the clubhouse.
We pulled up to where Banshee’s phone said he was. His bike was there, but Banshee wasn’t. There were two dead men, though. One of was Pepper, Aspen’s husband.
“Son of a bitch!” I cursed.
