Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“And the fifteen-year gap between murders?” Kincaid asks.
“Joseph Dixon was picked up on a felony possession charge the day after Niers was arrested,” Wren supplies.
“Fifteen years for drug possession?” Dominic asks. “Kind of a harsh punishment.”
“He had priors,” Wren explains. “And from the information gathered from a different database, he wasn’t exactly a model inmate. He had time stacked more than once for several incidences while incarcerated.”
“And his release?” Kid asks.
“Not long before Elizabeth Burr was abducted from the bar parking lot. Holy shit.”
“What?” several of us snap.
“He was recently employed by Jake’s.”
Joseph. Joey fucking Dixon. The motherfucker who’s been working in the back kitchen.
How did everyone fucking miss that?
“Do they have DNA? All felony convicts in New Mexico have their DNA collected. It should be on file,” Wren says.
There isn’t a man in that room that sticks around to gather more evidence. If there’s something more we’ll need, Wren will send it our way. We don’t exactly have a fucking slam dunk, but we aren’t exactly the type of men to stick around and wait for a smoking gun when there’s a chance someone could be in danger.
“Drake!” Kincaid yells the second the conference room doors open.
The bartender is no longer in the living room, but it doesn’t take long before he’s coming out of Boomer’s room, cheeks flushed as he pulls on a t-shirt.
He dashes at his eyes, telling me he’s upset, not doing what I initially thought was going on.
“Do you have Joey Dixon’s address?” Dominic snaps.
Drake shakes his head. “I can call Jake.”
“I’m calling him now,” Kincaid says, already lifting his phone to his ear as he turns back around to go into the conference room.
“What’s going on?” Drake asks, walking closer.
Maybe I’ll feel like an asshole for ignoring his question at a later time, but his feelings don’t register as a priority right now.
“I got his voicemail,” Kincaid says as he walks into the living room. “It won’t take us all. Dominic, grab Stormy, Legacy, and Boomer. I want Shadow, Kid, and Ugly with me. We’ll take two teams so we can split up if we need to.”
We head back into the conference room, standing in line and waiting as Kincaid keys in the code for the massive safe in there. We’re all supplied with a firearm, except for Shadow. As a very skilled sniper, he gets an intimidating as hell rifle.
Drake is still standing in the hall, his mouth hanging open as we head out.
“I’ll be back, babe,” Boomer says, smacking a quick kiss to Drake’s mouth as he passes.
“The first time you call me babe and it’s when you’re hauling ass all commandoed out?” Drake says but we’re moving too quickly toward the front of the clubhouse for Boomer to respond.
My teammate doesn’t even have a clue what’s going on. He just happened to be around when help was needed, but he’s fully on board with whatever it is just like any one of us would be when called to help.
“Kincaid,” my boss snaps into his phone.
It must be Jake because he’s relaying information as he climbs into the passenger seat of the SUV we’re in with Kid behind the wheel.
The call ends quickly, and Kincaid looks over at his older brother Dominic and relays Joey’s home address.
“We’re heading to Lennox Maison’s house,” Kincaid tells Kid who doesn’t waste a second putting the vehicle in drive and throwing gravel on his way out of the driveway.
My blood is pumping, the noise of it in my ears as we haul ass into town.
Kincaid’s phone connects to Bluetooth as he attempts to call Bishop to relay all of this information, but the call goes to voicemail.
“He could’ve left it in the SUV if he had to keep an eye out on foot,” Kincaid says, but my head is already racing with the worst.
The next call is to Colton who lives closer to her than the clubhouse.
“I saw the SUV,” Colton says when everything is explained. “But I wouldn’t put it past her to have asked him to leave.”
“Surprised you didn’t insist on it yourself,” Kid growls. “Seeing as you’ve been building a case against—”
“I’m working a case,” Colton growls. “Do you think I like being put in this situation?”
“Now is not the time,” Kincaid snaps.
“I’m heading to her place now,” Colton says, and then the line goes dead.
Kincaid’s jaw twitches, but he doesn’t voice his distaste with either Kid or Colton. He’s not the type to chastise others openly, and it’s one of the many things that makes him a good boss.
Seven minutes later, we park the SUV in front of Lennox’s house, bumper to bumper with Colton’s SUV.
The front porch light is on, but the shades are drawn. I don’t know enough about the woman to know if this is normal or not. I hadn’t paid much attention when I was here earlier because I arrived when they were already heading to Colton’s car. I’d tell anyone not to make the inside of their house accessible to prying eyes, but the darkness coming from inside doesn’t bring warm and happy feelings either.