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“We’ll find her,” he said confidently. “Georgetown isn’t all that big.” He exhaled and looked down the length of the table. “Let’s get started.” His words rang loud and clear, and silence followed as all eyes swung his way. “Found out who Mitch is. Some little pissant doctor who’s made dog fighting his hobby of choice. He’s an amateur and doesn’t do conventions.”

“Street fighting?” Mac asked.

There was a smirk on Wolfe’s face, and heavy disgust came through in his tone. “It is a hobby for him, after all.”

“So, Lawrence is talking?” I asked.

Wolfe confirmed it with a nod. “Let’s just say he’s seen the error of his ways.”

The room sounded with snickers.

“Is he from this area?” Bear inquired gruffly. Of all of us, dog fighting affected him the most. He was the reason we’d decided to take it on.

“No, he’s from Bar Harbor. He’s got minions in surrounding areas stealing dogs for him.” He leaned forward. “Then he sells them to dogmen, and everything he makes is pure profit.” We all knew that "dogmen” were professional trainers and handlers.

Tank leaned back on two legs in his chair. “Is he associated with the Jacksons?” He spoke around the toothpick in his mouth.

“What part of amateur don’t you understand, Brother? The Jacksons are heavyweights,” Lynx snorted, laughing when Tank shot him the bird.

“So what are we going to do about him?” Buck had just returned from Texas the night before.

Everyone looked to our president for the answer. “Any suggestions? His only involvement in this is in procuring the dogs. Far as our source says, he hasn’t attended any of the events.”

A silent participant.

Bear snarled, “Yet.”

“I guess it’s a matter of wait and see.”

Bear growled menacingly at Knuckles’ suggestion. “Don’t fucking like that solution, Brother. In the meantime, the dogs he gets are abused and killed. You remember how Lola felt when her dog was taken? Broke her fucking heart.”

“We got most of them back,” Knuckles responded.

“We got lucky.” Wolfe countered. “And that’s not the fucking point.”

“We could threaten to expose him. A prominent doctor involved in illegal dogfighting in any capacity can’t be good for his reputation. He’d lose his medical license. There are a lot of animal activists out there. First, we threaten him. If he doesn’t comply, all we have to do is start the ball rolling and let the rest happen naturally.”

“That might work.” Wolfe said in response to my suggestion. “If he agrees, we just watch him for a while.”

“What about the assholes he’s already got in place stealing dogs?”

Wolfe ran his hand over his lower jaw as he considered Mac’s question.

Knuckles grunted, “How many can there be?”

Buck pulled a licorice stick out of his pocket and began to unwrap it. “Depends on his reach.”

Wolfe finally spoke up. “We get a list from him, but he’ll deal with telling them they’re out of work.”

“It sounds a little too easy.”

Tank nodded in agreement with me. “Who’s going with me?” It was a given that I would be tasked with making the doctor understand that it would be beneficial to find a new hobby.

“I’m going with you.”

No one questioned Bear’s firm declaration. With his size and my persuasive technique, we were a force to be reckoned with.

“We’ll leave right away.”