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"It's a burner phone," Lock replied under his breath.

"That was fuckin' great," Hush sighed. "That bastard deserves a lot worse than just gettin' his name sullied."

"Some other time," Lock told him. "For now we have enough to focus on without involving ourselves with that corrupt piece of shit."

"True," Hush replied as we got back on our bikes. "But damn, it would feel good to get rid of him."

"Agreed," I said, as I started my bike.

We waited when Lock held up his hand, motioning for us to hold up while he answered a call. It was connected through the Bluetooth in the speakers on his bike, so we listened in.

"We have a problem," Hellfire said as soon as Lock answered.

"What kind of problem?"

"Keely left the property. We're assuming she went to the police station to try to help with Riptide. I already called Priest to give him a head's up, and Toxic and Ricochet are driving over to see if they can catch up to her to give her an escort."

"How the fuck did that happen?" Lock snapped.

I watched with interest as anger and worry flashed across my brother's face. He'd always been protective of the women around him, but I'd never seen him this worked up about just one woman. He was one to nag at me over Eva when it was clear to me there was something there between him and the lawyer. Judging by the color of his face we were close to getting a demonstration of why I'd given him the nickname 'Lockout'.

"She snuck out," Hellfire answered, "while we were distracted with Sloane and the others."

"Goddamn it!" His hand fisted as he tried to calm himself down. After a few seconds he replied. "We'll head over there now. Our problem with Fremont should be resolved, but I'm not taking any chances."

"Alright."

Lockout hung up and I leaned forward on the gas tank and grinned at my twin. "Problem?"

"We need to make a stop," he muttered.

"Something going on between you and the gorgeous lawyer?" I asked, feigning ignorance.

He scowled at me. "No. Now shut the fuck up."

Hush was watching us quietly, a grin growing bigger on his face with every word exchanged.

"Sure seems like it."

"I don't have time for your shit," Lock muttered, shoving his helmet on his head and taking off without us.

Hush's chuckle was only slightly muffled by his own helmet. He started up his bike. I followed suit and went after them. Arizona didn't require that you wear a helmet while you rode, so I didn't have to worry about getting pulled over since Eva had my helmet, but most of the guys wore them more often than not. It was better than having your brains splattered all over I-10.

When we got to the police station, Toxic and Ricochet were just pulling in. They waited for us as we parked and walked inside. "She's already inside," Ricochet said as we approached.

"Thanks," Lock told him. "Go on and head back to the clubhouse. We'll meet tonight to go over everything that happened."

The men nodded, started up their bikes and headed out. I got off my bike and paused when Lock's cell dinged.

He looked up at me with a grim smile. "It's done. That bought us some time. Thanks."

"Anytime," I told him, meaning it. I didn't want Fremont harassing the guys. But I especially didn't want it now. I couldn't afford to have our attention split and risk something happening to Eva while we were distracted.

"How long you think it'll take before they let Rip out?" Hush asked.

"Not sure, but Static and Keely are some of the best," Lock said. "So probably not long."

We walked inside and Priest shot Lock a wary look. "She's already back there with Static and Rip," he told us.