Page 35 of Wire
Rider spins in his seat to glare at her. She waves back, oblivious.
“Maybe do that later, Chewy. We have a fucking murder to solve on top of the rest of the shit we have on our plates. Wire, I need you combing footage. How the fuck did we miss this? We also need the identity of the woman found. See if she has any connection to us at all.”
Tav steps forward, his new prospect cut shining under the lights. “Pres, if you don’t mind, I could ride out to the yard and have a look around. I know we beefed up cameras in that area, so I can’t figure out how the tech team missed this -”
“Tech team? Our tech team? We need a name! What about the nerd herd? Ohhh, the Hackeroos? Oh, Oh what about The Com-puta’s? Like puta? Cos we’re whores for technology.” Chewy waggles her eyebrows and I watch as Gus pinches the bridge of his nose, extending his hand out to Marx. He’s taken to offering Marx antacids in times of Chewy Induced Stress.
“Tank, take our new prospect to the garage and see what you can find. Maybe coordinate with Wire’s team - no Chewy! Do not say a word!” Marx eyeballs her, and she slowly closes her mouth, miming zipping her lips. “Watch them case the place in real time, Wire. Might throw up a blind spot.”
I nod at my Pres. “On it. Remy also had an idea. With no sign of Hammer, maybe we should focus our efforts on his right-hand man. Guy named Snake.”
“I can send you all pictures of him so you know who to look for,” Remy tells the MC and Tombs family. She used her firmvoice and I can see everyone shooting each other looks and soft smiles at her.
“Well, the night is young and we all have shit to do. No debauchery and fucking for your patch in party, Tav; but your grandfather got arrested, so it wasn’t all boring.” Marx slaps Tav hard on the back and tips his head to Gus and Ana. Before they can head toward his office, most likely to plan, Ana’s phone goes off. We all freeze as she frowns at it before answering.
“Roman? Wait what?……..Oh that’s interesting, very interesting. Same thing has just happened to us.”
At that statement Marx’s brows pull down. My eyes shoot to Remy’s wide blue ones.
“I’ll arrange it. Watch your back Ro.” Ana hangs up and looks at us. “Well, it looks like Roman got a visit from the police as well. The body of a woman was found dumped near his warehouse. Had been raped and she had a belly full of drugs.” Curses go around the room. “He wants to meet tomorrow, Marx. He’ll come to you.” Marx rubs the back of his neck and nods. No one really like’s doing shit with Roman, but it looks like yet again we’re all in this together.
“Like I said, you all have your orders. We need to put this fucker down.” Marx nods and then leaves, Gus and Ana following behind. Everyone starts filing out, ready to do whatever it takes to finish this.
“Com-puta’s! Follow me!” Chewy yells as she storms past Remy and me, leading the way down the hall to the control center.
I have to admit, I’m glad I have Chewy and Remy by my side. It helps take the edge off. Before they crashed into my life, when shit went down I would hole up in my room, barely leaving. Sure, my brothers would stop by the check in, and I’d have human contact in the form of my daily messages with Retta; but having a team to rely on seems to keep my PTSD at bay. A little.
Taking our seats, Chewy starts putting all the tow yard footage up on the big screen, and it’s a lot.
Rose Grove is a large town, with a Main Street that runs right through the middle. At one end of Main, right on the outskirts is our compound. We sit almost smack bang where the Main Street turns into highway. Around 5 minutes drive from the compound sits Devils Big Tow, our towing yard and impound lot. Tank and Sniper run the business with help from all the brothers on and off. Devils Big Tow sits between us and the older stores heading into town before you hit the main flashy shopping district with all the big name chain stores and cutesy cafes with the main businesses and shopping districts coming off that.
“Can I ask something?” Remy looks at me before turning her gaze to Chewy. “I know these cameras are always running in the background. We were raided an hour ago, so the police would have been on camera well before then securing the site. Why wasn’t this picked up earlier? Surely they would have come up on the feed?”
Both Remy and Chewy look at me and I can feel the dread rising. Scrubbing my hand over my face, I mumble, “I fell asleep.” Before grimacing. Fuck. Yet another thing I’ve missed. What the fuck is going on with me? This isn’t like me to be tripping up on fucking rookie mistakes.
Remy gives me a little smile and pats my thigh, causing tingles to run through me heading toward my cock.
“Wire, you need rest. You can’t keep working the way you are. You need to share the load. I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but Com-Puta’s work together.” She grins at Chewy, who fist pumps the air.
“Also, dude. Using my superior brain and fast processing skills, -” I roll my eyes at Remy before tuning back into Chewy. “- watching this in rewind, I see no sign of cops anywhere.”
Wait, what? “That can’t be right. He said they found her at the yard. Go back a few hours and replay the footage.”
Chewy does as I ask and we watch at 2x speed. Not so fast that we miss anything, but a hell of a lot quicker than if we were sitting here in real time. From the corner of one of the cameras, you can see movement, but checking all other angles, Chewy is right. There is no footage of police until near the very end where two officers, that douche Martin being one, and some other guy, walk past the front of Tank’s office in uniform.
“That camera that picked something up on the edges. Which one is it?” Remy asks.
“That one is right on the edge of our boundary. The other side of that is the abandoned storefront next door. Been empty for years.”
She nods for a moment, frowning at the cameras. Chewy pulls out her phone, punches in numbers and then places it on her part of the desk, the ring tone blaring through the speaker.
“Yo little sis. What’s up?” Tav answers. He’s on the move as we can hear crunching and wind blowing down the speaker.
“Are you at the yard?”
“Yup. Just arrived. Tank and I are going to check out the crime scene. The police have left their tape up everywhere.”
I lean forward, slightly in Remy’s space, so I can talk to Tav without yelling over her. “Where is the scene exactly, Tav? We aren’t picking up anything on any of our cameras.”