Moosehill Militia (Book 1): INFECTED by Paul Christian

and re-election campaign was the only reason he was getting this meeting he realized. Most crime victims hardly get to meet with the D.A. until the day of their case is brought to trial, or a deal was being cut. Usually victims of crimes deal with a victim witness advocate. Mike wasn’t satisfied with that and let it be known through sources from his police days.
    They were shown into a conference room where they were meeting with Assistant D.A. Justin O'Connell. “Mr. Mohan I took this meeting to keep you apprised of the investigation at the urging of D.A. Rourke. He told Mike a little testily. “Thank you Justin I appreciate it. Now tell me what you’ve been doing.” Mike replied back just as short.
    “There’s not a lot on the tapes, all five men involved wore black full face masks and non-describable clothing.” The only thing we have is on one of the man’s hands is a partial tattoo which looks like a Capital M and possible a number one and a percent sign. Focusing in that much makes the picture very blurry, we sent the tapes off to the State Police labs to see who much they could enhance those pictures.”
    I have another question for you Mr. Mohan. Do you know a Seana Mohan by chance?” he asked. “Yes I do, my cousins daughter, I haven't seen her in five or six years I think. Why do you ask?” Mike asked concerned.
    “Well, the name just struck me. We are looking into a missing persons her car was left at the old Buzzards Pub toward Greenfield along Route 2 about two weeks ago and she hasn’t been seen since. I guess she has been giving her parents a hard time and staying at friends’ houses for a night a two here and there. Her parents reported her missing twelve days ago, and her old Camry was found at the pub two days later. I just wondering if you were related and if you knew about it.” Justin O'Connell told Mike and Mac.
    “Thank you, I didn’t. Will you let me know of any further developments please?” He asked.
    “Of course Mr. Mohan. Anything for a former respected Police officer.” He stood, along with Mike and Mac and shook hands. They left the building without speaking and waited, a mile down the road, Mike asked Mac. “What do you think?”
    “I think you know more then you said in there. Am I correct?” Mac said.
    “You are.” We have to go review tapes from about a month ago. I was stopping in to discuss some details with you and two men dressed in colors came into the shop and were looking at some guns, looking around. They sent my internal radar off. One of them had hand tattoos. I’d like to check the video and see what we see.” He told Mac, who only nodded.
    Three hours later back at Mike’s house, they found the tape and were reviewing the video. “There, Those two.” They watched the video to the end when the two males left the store without buying anything. It was late right before closing. Looking back at it now they were definitely casing the place. They started the video again and started to pick the two apart. Zooming in when they asked to see some knifes in a case they got a pretty good close up of their faces, there jackets boasting a Marauder motorcycle gang rocker on the back of their leather coats. One also had a hand tattoo with a capital M and what looked like a one percent tattoo. “This is it, those are our men.” I’ll hand this raw video over to the police in the morning, in the meantime spread the photo of these two around our contacts in the Police communities on the QT. I thought I remember a bulletin about a new Chapter house for a motorcycle gang starting somewhere up around the north end of Quabbin reservoir.” Mike said. “I think I can research that and find out where it is. It’s not like there trying to hide or something.” Mac stated.
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    Next morning Mike turned the new tapes over to the D.A.’s office with an explanation that their meeting yesterday jogged his memory about the earlier visit.
    Mike met with Mac for Lunch at Tiny