Page 13 of Babe's Bounty

I frown because I’m not sure what she means. “I thought you said I could sleep in here.”

“You can, but you’re just sitting there staring at me. Why?”

“Just waiting for you to finish so I can share with you what I learned in Church,” I tell her. There’s no way I’m telling her the truth. That I’m fantasizing about ways to turn our sharing a bed into something permanent.

“Oh, sorry. I was doing some research on Theodore Jordan,” she explains. “If he’s the person helping our skips, then I want to know all I can about him.”

“Good idea. Because we’re certain he is helping them,” I tell her before relating what I learned in Church.

“Wait, is that the same church that the prospect was a member of when he got the priest arrested?”

“It is. I’m hoping he can draw us a map of the property so we can get inside and set up cameras and listening devices. We don’t know how many people are there, so we need to do some recon first.”

“That’s a good idea. Don’t most churches have several buildings on the property? The church, a rectory and an office, maybe a hall or some place to hold their bingo nights?”

I chuckle. “Hell if I know, but that sounds right. Some have schools, I think, or at least a few classrooms. It’s an ideal place for a group of wanted men to hide.”

“Great place to hide many sins,” Min murmurs.

I can’t argue with her.

“Are they having church services?” Min asks.

I shrug. “I don’t know. We’re lucky they have the knowledge they do. The club has a garage nearby and Scorch was the one who noticed someone new moved in after the dioceses closed the place down. They haven’t had eyes on the place except during business hours, and that’s been sporadic at best. They’re having guys camp out in the garage to watch the place twenty-four-seven.”

“What about someone going inside and ask about joining?” Min suggests.

I open my mouth and close it as I consider her suggestion. It’s a good one. “That’s a good idea. I’ll run it by Chrome. They’d have to be white. Jordan only allows white men into his church. However, Piston said he saw a few Asians go inside. He thinks they might have been gang members.”

“Asians? Chinese?”

I shrug. “He thinks so. He was leaving the garage when they were getting out of the car in front of the church.”

“They have several Asian gangs in Chicago,” Min muses. “Many are Japanese, but some are Chinese. I remember my father using this as an excuse for not moving to Chicago when we left San Francisco.”

“There are Asian gangs in San Francisco and San Diego,” I remind her.

She chuckles. “I know, but my mom didn’t, at the time. She figured out later that he conned her into moving to San Diego. Although, I know she’s happy there, especially after they reconnected with Ghost.”

“I know Ghost is happy to have you guys in his life,” I tell her. “When he was a prospect, he was really quiet and kept to himself. He always stayed up late and let the other guys sleep. We called him Nocturnal, Nox for short when he was a prospect.”

“How did he get the name Ghost?” Min asks.

“Because the mother-fucker is a ghost,” I say with a laugh. “He got shot trying to protect the women against a fucking prospect who turned against us. The fucker shot Nox and left him for dead in a ditch. He rose from the dead and went hunting. We watched the video feed after he rescued the women and I swear it was like watching a ghost move through the house and take out the bad guys one-by-one. Never saw anything like it.”

“He always was stealthy. I think he learned to be because of his brother. Fenhua’s not a nice person. Just like his parents. Well, you’ve met them. Sort of.” I bark out a laugh because she’s right. We didn’t really meet Ghost’s parents, we just watched them threaten us before Maia and Laser shot them dead, along with the small army they brought to crash Dante’s wedding.

“Was Ghost’s brother at the wedding? I don’t remember.”

“No, he wasn’t there. Although Ghost and I think he died back when he rescued me from them. At least, I hope he died. He was more depraved than his parents. How did you get the road name, Babe?”

I grimace at her question and consider how to answer without risking her screaming and running out of the room.

CHAPTER EIGHT: MIN

“Just tell me the truth,” I prod. “Don’t pretty it up.”

He chuckles at being caught. The husky sound of his chuckle reverberates through my system. Babe is a sexy man, but he’s off-limits. Something I have to keep reminding myself.