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concern was evident. She’d created a career of nurturing relationships for times like these—and now she had nothing.
    Voodoo chortled, “I get it. Blow into Chicago. The Windy City—get it?” She looked around for support. No one paid attention. STR enjoyed their moments of hazing each other, but when it came time to operate—there was no joking. Hollywood whispered to Voodoo and reassured her it was a good joke but now was not the time. She winced.
    There was a pall over the entire unit—Hollywood sensed it even through the slight fog of prescription pain meds. Fatigue haunted them, and this last empty raid had drained their well. It was like a drug addict—the rush got harder to come by after each missed opportunity. But promises of operational success would refuel them. Had it not been for Hollywood spotting that four-leaf clover, STR would’ve been overdosed on the unknown and dead in the water.
    Hollywood caught a bad vibe when Rose admitted to the lack of resources. Chicago could be a rough place to play if you didn’t know the rules or the players. An administrative shake up at the Chicago PD had created an air of mistrust over who to communicate with for special operations service support.
    Billy jammed his cell in his jeans’ pocket. “As I expected, the Field Office has no one to spare unless we get an exact location for the Hauler.” The former Delta Force operative’s expression remained stoic but Hollywood caught the flash of anger in his eyes. He realized with surprise that in all the years he’d known Billy Price, this was maybe the second time he’d seen him in blue jeans.
    “How dare they blow this off like some bullshit threat?” Hollywood said.
    “Looks like we’ll hit the ground running—alone as usual. I wish there was someone, even a beat cop to work a landing pad.” Rose paced, though this time it was more of a plod.
    Hollywood watched the others’ actions while waiting transport pick up. Voodoo bit her cuticles. She then tapped her teeth with an unpainted fingernail and gave a slight hum.
    “What’s on your mind?” Hollywood asked.
    “Nothing.”
    “Looks like something’s bothering you.”
    “Nope. Nothing.” Green eyes avoided contact.
    Hollywood read people for a living. Voodoo was an open book. “Okay, last chance. I hope it’s not something about this operation.”
    “I’m not sure what I should do,” Her voice trailed like a whiny child. She went back to gnawing on her cuticles.
    Hollywood sensed her conflict—he just wasn’t sure what caused it. Was she really to be trusted?
    “I’m not sure how this’ll sound but you do what you want with it—or nothing at all,” Voodoo said matter-of-factly.
    Hollywood hadn’t seen that attitude since the first day they’d crossed paths at SWAT training in New Orleans. “Whatever it is, all that matters is intercepting Bonny. This is about saving lives—not saving face.”
    “Ever heard of the Savage Souls?” Her mouth next to his ear would have aroused him again, had it not been for the name she’d just uttered.
    “Of course. I didn’t start this job yesterday.” Hollywood cut her a hard look.
    “They kinda run Chicago if that helps,” Voodoo said.
    “I don’t need a lesson in outlaw motorcycle club history. I know what those dirty bastards do. Running Chicago isn’t the way I’d describe it.” Hollywood’s heart rate climbed. His fists clenched so hard his fingers ached from the built up lactic acid.
    “Okay, never mind. I knew it was a bad idea.” She spun away from him. The stomp of her steps alerted the others who were trying to rest before what would become nonstop days until this latest threat was resolved.
    Hollywood glared after her. Anger boiled at her casual mention of the country’s most monstrous motorcycle gang. The Chicago-based club had developed a fast reputation for inhumane violence—against others and their own. They lived by a code—and murdered for breaking it. They’d