Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
“I still don’t get why that pissed Lucinda off.” Moon rubbed the stubble under his chin reflectingly.
Balefully, Viper stared at him. “I don’t know,” he said snidely. “Maybe it was because the cleaning lady was Lucinda’s sister-in-law. We had to post three guards at the club doors for a year because her brother tried to take you out no less than four times. The only reason he stopped was because he got arrested for arson when he set four of our bikes on fire.”
“Don’t forget the mayor who tried to put his ass in jail if they caught him, for taking his daughter’s cherry,” Rider reminded Viper.
Viper grimaced. “I try not to.”
“She wasn’t a virgin any more than I was.”
Suddenly, Rider shot up in his chair to press a button that opened the garage door, allowing the transport truck entry.
“Here we go.”
Laying the ink pen down when he stopped doodling on the pad, Moon folded his hands together as they watched the monitors.
As the three men watched, the last cart of the day was wheeled out of the factory. Moon looked at the employee identification number flashing up on a side screen to his left. “Gundy, that’s number one.”
They watched as Gundy rolled the cart to the appropriate number spot painted on the concrete then went to add his signature to the sign-in sheet. After hanging the sheet back up, he walked back to the cart as the factory door opened and another cart was rolled in by another employee.
“Howie, number two.”
Observing, they noticed none of them talked. Their eyes went back and forth between the different monitors—one showing the two men by the carts, the other two cameras angled so they were able to see different views of the truck parking and the driver getting out to open the end of the trailer and lower the ramp.
Once the ramp was lowered, Howie rolled his cart down the sloping ramp to the truck. The driver didn’t take his eyes off the inside, carefully watching the two men as they loaded the carts inside.
Gundy and Howie had loaded four carts when another employee wheeled another cart from the factory.
“Delaney, that makes three, plus the driver.”
Viper took out another mint. “How many do you think are going to be involved? I bet a hundred it’s just the three.”
Rider shook his head. “Nope, not going to take that bet. I’m thinking the same.”
“I bet a rack that there are five of them,” Moon threw his bet in the ring.
“Brother, I’ll take that bet,” Viper accepted. “Rider, you in?”
“I’m in.”
Viper started to tap his foot impatiently. “Fuck, is this going to be another dud? I thought for sure they would try it again. Don’t tell me I wasted a shit ton of money on throwing the masquerade party to get the rest of The Last Riders from Ohio to come down who haven’t even been here since Pace’s death.”
“Be patient.” Moon stole one of Viper’s mints. Damn, he needed a fucking cigarette.
Moon’s eyes narrowed on the monitor where Gundy started to struggle with one of the carts. The worker must have called out to Howie and Delaney to come help.
Moon tensed. “Here we go.”
“You see that?” Rider pointed at the monitor with the trucker. He seemed to be pushing one of the carts inside, as if making room for another cart. “He’s giving whoever’s inside their signal.”
A couple of seconds later, they could see a factory worker come out from behind the trucker, as if they had loaded a cart and was coming down the ramp to get another.
“Is that”—Viper leaned forward—“Charlie?”
“Yep,” Rider confirmed.
“Damn, I liked Charlie.” Moon made a moue of disappointment at the image on the monitor.
Charlie was short for a man, barely four-nine, and couldn’t have weighed ninety pounds soaking wet.
“I was hoping it was one of the women. He’s going to be hard to replace.”
“And Gundy takes care of his mom,” Rider filled them in. “That’s why he always volunteers for overtime.”
“That’s not the only reason.” Dispassionately, Moon continued to watch with the others as the rest of the carts were loaded into the truck. When they were done, the driver raised the ramp and closed and locked the door.
Rider picked up a headset and placed it on his head, positioning the mic near his mouth. “Rolo and Doom, get ready. The rest of you, stay where Shade has positioned you. Everyone keep eyes on Gundy and Charlie. You know what we’re looking for.”
“Have Widowmaker trail Gundy, and Silver on Delaney,” Viper ordered.
Moon understood Viper’s reasoning. Both bikers were in the tail end of their probationary periods. Viper wanted to test them while, at the same time, give them assignments that they could handle on their own without backup, leaving the more experienced Last Riders free.
Gundy, Charlie, Delaney, and Howie went through the door back to the factory area.