to South America
but we couldn’t use the money anymore. It was all documented, every last serial
number. The cash was used to do some serious drug buys so not one single bill
could be used without notifying the Whispering Pines PD and the FBI. That means
we had to go using what cash I could pull from my bank account and hers. We
would drive to Mexico and lay low for a while before trying to go on down to
Belize and then to Honduras. I’ve got some friends down there and I hear the
diving is fantastic.”
“Really? I find it a little
weird that you had plans of going down to Belize, the very same place I wound
up hiding out in.”
“Honest, that’s not where I
had planned on going. We ended up dumping over two hundred grand in drug money
and we had to use almost thirty grand of my own money just to get the quality
of papers that would get us through customs. After spending that we just didn’t
have the money to grease the wheels to get us to where we wanted to go. So…
thanks for that.”
“Remind me why you’re here
again.”
“You mean other than saving
your ass?”
“For which I have already
expressed my gratitude.”
“Why are you back here?” He
demands.
“That’s really none of your
damn business.” I shoot back. Then after a moment; “So what happened when I
left?”
“The big Purge, that’s what
happened Jen.”
“Care to elaborate?”
“Soon as the Crusaders rode
into town en-mass we knew there was gonna be a war. No way the existing clubs,
the Advocates and the Sleazebags, were gonna let a new club ride into town and
take over. It just wasn’t going to happen. So we waited and gathered Intel and
got ready to take on whichever club ended up on top of the heap.”
“Okay…”
“We were all set to do a
sweep and take them down when all hell breaks loose. Someone leaked a photo of
me in my cut with Blade in his and sitting on our motorcycles. I was about to
come on duty and was running an hour late when my partner calls my burner and
tells me not to come in. When I asked why he just said my secret’s out. Then he
said it was nice working with me and goodbye. He didn’t say it, but he was
really pissed. The only reason he gave me a heads up and didn’t let the
department blindside me is because I walked in front of a bullet for him. Later
he did text me. It was a simple text; ‘we’re even,’ it said.”
“I didn’t leak the photo.”
“Prove it.”
“The photo that got leaked,
how many people were in it?”
“Just me and Blade.” He
replies.
“How many photos did I take?”
“Three.”
I grab my purse and inside a
false bottom is a small, thin leather wallet. I dig this out and hold up three
pictures that I took that night. He makes like he’s going to reach for them so
I jerk my hand back, and put them back in the wallet and return them to my
purse.
“I can’t believe you still
have those.” He says.
“Yeah…for the longest time
they were my insurance policy but now I’m not sure what good they serve.”
“I don’t suppose you would
entertain giving them to me would you?”
I shake my head emphatically.
Then a thought occurs to me. Maybe he followed me here for the purpose of
getting his hands on my pictures. There’s one other thing I have hidden that I
didn’t show him. I kept a single one hundred dollar bill as an insurance policy
as well. He doesn’t need to know that though.
“Did you come here to get
these pictures?” I ask, patting my purse.
“I need them Jen. You managed
to get away once with them but I can’t let you do that again. I need them. With
the one picture the department has, a good lawyer may be able to cast doubt as
to whether that proves I am or was a member. Maybe I just tried on the cut and
sat on a cool bike. After all, I don’t and have never had a motorcycle
registered to me and have never owned a motorcycle license. What kind of biker
has no bike or license? But if three more pictures show up
but we couldn’t use the money anymore. It was all documented, every last serial
number. The cash was used to do some serious drug buys so not one single bill
could be used without notifying the Whispering Pines PD and the FBI. That means
we had to go using what cash I could pull from my bank account and hers. We
would drive to Mexico and lay low for a while before trying to go on down to
Belize and then to Honduras. I’ve got some friends down there and I hear the
diving is fantastic.”
“Really? I find it a little
weird that you had plans of going down to Belize, the very same place I wound
up hiding out in.”
“Honest, that’s not where I
had planned on going. We ended up dumping over two hundred grand in drug money
and we had to use almost thirty grand of my own money just to get the quality
of papers that would get us through customs. After spending that we just didn’t
have the money to grease the wheels to get us to where we wanted to go. So…
thanks for that.”
“Remind me why you’re here
again.”
“You mean other than saving
your ass?”
“For which I have already
expressed my gratitude.”
“Why are you back here?” He
demands.
“That’s really none of your
damn business.” I shoot back. Then after a moment; “So what happened when I
left?”
“The big Purge, that’s what
happened Jen.”
“Care to elaborate?”
“Soon as the Crusaders rode
into town en-mass we knew there was gonna be a war. No way the existing clubs,
the Advocates and the Sleazebags, were gonna let a new club ride into town and
take over. It just wasn’t going to happen. So we waited and gathered Intel and
got ready to take on whichever club ended up on top of the heap.”
“Okay…”
“We were all set to do a
sweep and take them down when all hell breaks loose. Someone leaked a photo of
me in my cut with Blade in his and sitting on our motorcycles. I was about to
come on duty and was running an hour late when my partner calls my burner and
tells me not to come in. When I asked why he just said my secret’s out. Then he
said it was nice working with me and goodbye. He didn’t say it, but he was
really pissed. The only reason he gave me a heads up and didn’t let the
department blindside me is because I walked in front of a bullet for him. Later
he did text me. It was a simple text; ‘we’re even,’ it said.”
“I didn’t leak the photo.”
“Prove it.”
“The photo that got leaked,
how many people were in it?”
“Just me and Blade.” He
replies.
“How many photos did I take?”
“Three.”
I grab my purse and inside a
false bottom is a small, thin leather wallet. I dig this out and hold up three
pictures that I took that night. He makes like he’s going to reach for them so
I jerk my hand back, and put them back in the wallet and return them to my
purse.
“I can’t believe you still
have those.” He says.
“Yeah…for the longest time
they were my insurance policy but now I’m not sure what good they serve.”
“I don’t suppose you would
entertain giving them to me would you?”
I shake my head emphatically.
Then a thought occurs to me. Maybe he followed me here for the purpose of
getting his hands on my pictures. There’s one other thing I have hidden that I
didn’t show him. I kept a single one hundred dollar bill as an insurance policy
as well. He doesn’t need to know that though.
“Did you come here to get
these pictures?” I ask, patting my purse.
“I need them Jen. You managed
to get away once with them but I can’t let you do that again. I need them. With
the one picture the department has, a good lawyer may be able to cast doubt as
to whether that proves I am or was a member. Maybe I just tried on the cut and
sat on a cool bike. After all, I don’t and have never had a motorcycle
registered to me and have never owned a motorcycle license. What kind of biker
has no bike or license? But if three more pictures show up
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