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fiddled with a half-smoked cigarette butt between his fingers. The other three men varied in body type. One tall and beefy, another muscular like an ex-marine, and one looked as if he wouldn't be a buck-fifty while wet.
“The one and only.” Bishop extended his arms, a broad smile crossing his face. Then, his amiable nature quickly drained away, replaced by a firm scowl crossing his features. “Now, what do you want?”
Old Hippie stuck out his chin, pretending to possess more confidence than he had. “Our boss wants to make a deal with you.”
“Why?” demanded Bishop, cocking an eyebrow at the man.
“We know shit that'll help you.” Old Hippie swallowed. “You can keep us safe.”
Bishop nodded his head. Once the Seven Tribesmen dismantled the Grave Demons, the Devil Spikes would be left with no contact to the cartel and a cocaine snorting demographic. With the Demons gone, the Spikes had no way to pay back the cartel either. Hell, the Spikes were a target now for ratting out the Demons.
Bishop leaned his head back, eyeballing the four men. They'd definitely be armed, either with firearms or knives. If they were carrying crack to plant inside, he couldn't tell. There was one way to fix that uncertainty.
“Coyote,” Bishop listed his head toward his right-hand man, “how about you and our brothers pat down these boys?”
“Yes, boss,” intoned Coyote, a twitch of smugness flickering over his face.
“We ain't going into your clubhouse unarmed!” Buck-Fifty sputtered, his blue eyes wide and vicious. His face contorted into a snarl of fearful rage, and Bishop made a mental note to keep an eye on him.
“Last time we let our guard down, I lost two men to the pigs for a few days after p lanted snort was found in their bedrolls.” Bishop stepped closer and loomed over Buck-Fifty, drawing himself up to his full height and using every inch to intimidate him.
As Bishop locked gazes with the man, and rage bubbled in his guts. These guys were part of the reason the FBI was in town. They almost got Howler and Crow fingered for possession. They caused the Seven Tribesmen quite a bit of trouble. He shouldn't even be amusing himself with this potential alliance.
Bishop turned to the spokesperson, who appeared about ready to strangle Buck-Fifty with his own hands. “You want us to trust you? You gotta make yourselves vulnerable first.”
He turned away from the group before any of them could posit another complaint. Bishop would send them packing if he heard any more whining. He still had to review the document he nicked from Stella's office. With the Devil Spikes offering their “assistance,” the paper may prove to be more worthwhile than originally thought. Bishop's stomach lurched with uncertainty as he passed the threshold into the clubhouse. Behind him, he listened to the bickering of the Spikes and his men, as a very intense pat-down took place.
CHAPTER TEN
Agent Holmes puttered about her office in near silence. She straightened up the papers and sprayed air freshener to mask the musk of sweat. After ten minutes of fretting over the smell, she made herself sit down. A half hour passed, while she trudged and navigated through the statements. Fairview officers didn't understand how to question criminals with chronologically linear inquiries.
A meek knock resounded on her office. Stella glanced up irritably, brows furrowed, “Yeah?”
Agent Grant peered around the door. Her body language whimpered like a child about to give their parent a failed test. She couldn't meet Stella's eyes as she stepped inside the office. “The Devil Spikes have been sighted at Bishop's Auto.”
“What?” Stella's brows furrowed further, but annoyance flitted out of her head. Concern dotted her thoughts. “Is there something going down?”
“No, it seems civil.” Agent Grant bit
“The one and only.” Bishop extended his arms, a broad smile crossing his face. Then, his amiable nature quickly drained away, replaced by a firm scowl crossing his features. “Now, what do you want?”
Old Hippie stuck out his chin, pretending to possess more confidence than he had. “Our boss wants to make a deal with you.”
“Why?” demanded Bishop, cocking an eyebrow at the man.
“We know shit that'll help you.” Old Hippie swallowed. “You can keep us safe.”
Bishop nodded his head. Once the Seven Tribesmen dismantled the Grave Demons, the Devil Spikes would be left with no contact to the cartel and a cocaine snorting demographic. With the Demons gone, the Spikes had no way to pay back the cartel either. Hell, the Spikes were a target now for ratting out the Demons.
Bishop leaned his head back, eyeballing the four men. They'd definitely be armed, either with firearms or knives. If they were carrying crack to plant inside, he couldn't tell. There was one way to fix that uncertainty.
“Coyote,” Bishop listed his head toward his right-hand man, “how about you and our brothers pat down these boys?”
“Yes, boss,” intoned Coyote, a twitch of smugness flickering over his face.
“We ain't going into your clubhouse unarmed!” Buck-Fifty sputtered, his blue eyes wide and vicious. His face contorted into a snarl of fearful rage, and Bishop made a mental note to keep an eye on him.
“Last time we let our guard down, I lost two men to the pigs for a few days after p lanted snort was found in their bedrolls.” Bishop stepped closer and loomed over Buck-Fifty, drawing himself up to his full height and using every inch to intimidate him.
As Bishop locked gazes with the man, and rage bubbled in his guts. These guys were part of the reason the FBI was in town. They almost got Howler and Crow fingered for possession. They caused the Seven Tribesmen quite a bit of trouble. He shouldn't even be amusing himself with this potential alliance.
Bishop turned to the spokesperson, who appeared about ready to strangle Buck-Fifty with his own hands. “You want us to trust you? You gotta make yourselves vulnerable first.”
He turned away from the group before any of them could posit another complaint. Bishop would send them packing if he heard any more whining. He still had to review the document he nicked from Stella's office. With the Devil Spikes offering their “assistance,” the paper may prove to be more worthwhile than originally thought. Bishop's stomach lurched with uncertainty as he passed the threshold into the clubhouse. Behind him, he listened to the bickering of the Spikes and his men, as a very intense pat-down took place.
CHAPTER TEN
Agent Holmes puttered about her office in near silence. She straightened up the papers and sprayed air freshener to mask the musk of sweat. After ten minutes of fretting over the smell, she made herself sit down. A half hour passed, while she trudged and navigated through the statements. Fairview officers didn't understand how to question criminals with chronologically linear inquiries.
A meek knock resounded on her office. Stella glanced up irritably, brows furrowed, “Yeah?”
Agent Grant peered around the door. Her body language whimpered like a child about to give their parent a failed test. She couldn't meet Stella's eyes as she stepped inside the office. “The Devil Spikes have been sighted at Bishop's Auto.”
“What?” Stella's brows furrowed further, but annoyance flitted out of her head. Concern dotted her thoughts. “Is there something going down?”
“No, it seems civil.” Agent Grant bit
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