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to make sure there is nothing there. I know you did this already, but with the pigs sniffing around I don't want any mistakes." Or more mistakes, he thought.
Pacer nodded. "It will be done."
Before Pacer could drive away, Caine said, "Hey, and keep your eyes peeled. Okay?"
Pacer nodded and pulled out into the night.
Caine had to think this through. But first, he needed to make a call to the client and smooth things over as best he could. He went to a 24 store and bought another burner phone. Then he parked behind the store and called the client with a number he had memorized.
The conversation was tense, but Caine kept his cool. He explained things would be looked into, and the client was not out any money, as Odin had arranged for there to be no deposit before delivery. He had wanted things to be good between all interested parties.
The client was not happy. Of course, they weren't out a van full of expensive liquor, and a dead man crossed off their roster. Caine was the one who really wasn't happy.
The client said he may be in touch again. Or not. Then hung up.
Damn, Caine said. He knew he had just lost the Club's biggest client. He had to talk to Uncle. This was just to big to handle on his own. Might even be far reaching if it had been another Club that hit them.
Caine checked his surroundings, looking for trouble. He didn't see anyone but that didn't mean anything.
He decided that what he really needed was a weapon. He didn't have one in his Camero, but he had one next to his bed at his apartment.
So he drove home. As he pulled into his parking spot his personal cell phone rang. After checking the number he answered it.
Caine said. "You heard?"
"Yup," Uncle's gruff voice answered. "Not a good situation all around."
"I dunno what to say," Caine said, and meant it. "Any ideas who could have handled an operation like that?"
"Someone in the know, probably," said Uncle. "But were gonna have to talk this over later. I put an alert out to the others, to watch their backs just in case there is more to come." Uncle sounded almost subdued, but he always sounded that way. Even when things got really rough he never lost his cool. Would explain why he was president.
"What should I do?" Caine asked, almost afraid to. This was serious and he was going to be held responsible, regardless.
"That will be discussed," Uncle said. This made Caine's blood go cold. "Until I say otherwise, keep a low profile. Pigs will be all over this. We gotta make enquires, but keep it quiet."
"Okay," Caine said. His mind raced. Then said, "You know the second party that had an interest in this?"
"Yeah," Uncle said, he knew Caine meant Grunt.
"Well, he did something stupid that made this worse."
Uncle sighed. "This will all be discussed. For now, though, keep things tight."
"Will do," Caine said, and Uncle hung up.
Caine sat in his car for a while, staring out at nothing. After a few minutes of fruitless thought, he headed up to his apartment, keeping one eye open for anything amiss.
He went inside, turned on the lights. He had to think this through. Sure, this could be taken in stride as a business risk, but it didn't mean he would take it lying down. Odin was going to raise bloody hell over this. But with the cops investigating Angus' murder, and with the Club potentially looking inward for a leak, things were going to get a lot more stressful for Caine.
He headed into the bedroom. The last thing he needed was more problems.
He turned on the bedroom light. Sitting on the bed was a grinning Addie. She was naked, and holding a bottle of wine.
"Hey, baby!" she said, her words slurred. "Want to party?"
Oh, for the love of... Caine thought as he looked at his crazy ex-girlfriend.
"What are you doing here? How the hell did you even get in?" Caine asked, trying to keep his temper in check. Addie was a crazy one, that was
Pacer nodded. "It will be done."
Before Pacer could drive away, Caine said, "Hey, and keep your eyes peeled. Okay?"
Pacer nodded and pulled out into the night.
Caine had to think this through. But first, he needed to make a call to the client and smooth things over as best he could. He went to a 24 store and bought another burner phone. Then he parked behind the store and called the client with a number he had memorized.
The conversation was tense, but Caine kept his cool. He explained things would be looked into, and the client was not out any money, as Odin had arranged for there to be no deposit before delivery. He had wanted things to be good between all interested parties.
The client was not happy. Of course, they weren't out a van full of expensive liquor, and a dead man crossed off their roster. Caine was the one who really wasn't happy.
The client said he may be in touch again. Or not. Then hung up.
Damn, Caine said. He knew he had just lost the Club's biggest client. He had to talk to Uncle. This was just to big to handle on his own. Might even be far reaching if it had been another Club that hit them.
Caine checked his surroundings, looking for trouble. He didn't see anyone but that didn't mean anything.
He decided that what he really needed was a weapon. He didn't have one in his Camero, but he had one next to his bed at his apartment.
So he drove home. As he pulled into his parking spot his personal cell phone rang. After checking the number he answered it.
Caine said. "You heard?"
"Yup," Uncle's gruff voice answered. "Not a good situation all around."
"I dunno what to say," Caine said, and meant it. "Any ideas who could have handled an operation like that?"
"Someone in the know, probably," said Uncle. "But were gonna have to talk this over later. I put an alert out to the others, to watch their backs just in case there is more to come." Uncle sounded almost subdued, but he always sounded that way. Even when things got really rough he never lost his cool. Would explain why he was president.
"What should I do?" Caine asked, almost afraid to. This was serious and he was going to be held responsible, regardless.
"That will be discussed," Uncle said. This made Caine's blood go cold. "Until I say otherwise, keep a low profile. Pigs will be all over this. We gotta make enquires, but keep it quiet."
"Okay," Caine said. His mind raced. Then said, "You know the second party that had an interest in this?"
"Yeah," Uncle said, he knew Caine meant Grunt.
"Well, he did something stupid that made this worse."
Uncle sighed. "This will all be discussed. For now, though, keep things tight."
"Will do," Caine said, and Uncle hung up.
Caine sat in his car for a while, staring out at nothing. After a few minutes of fruitless thought, he headed up to his apartment, keeping one eye open for anything amiss.
He went inside, turned on the lights. He had to think this through. Sure, this could be taken in stride as a business risk, but it didn't mean he would take it lying down. Odin was going to raise bloody hell over this. But with the cops investigating Angus' murder, and with the Club potentially looking inward for a leak, things were going to get a lot more stressful for Caine.
He headed into the bedroom. The last thing he needed was more problems.
He turned on the bedroom light. Sitting on the bed was a grinning Addie. She was naked, and holding a bottle of wine.
"Hey, baby!" she said, her words slurred. "Want to party?"
Oh, for the love of... Caine thought as he looked at his crazy ex-girlfriend.
"What are you doing here? How the hell did you even get in?" Caine asked, trying to keep his temper in check. Addie was a crazy one, that was
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