Page 98 of Jackass

“Is Billy still watching the house?” Ghost asked.

“Yea, until we know where she is, I want eyes on that house,” King replied. “What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking we have him break in again and get something with her fingerprints. Dec can run them, and we can find out who she really is,” Ghost suggested.

“Call him. Get him in there tonight. I want multiple things to test, just in case. Send Mimic out there to pick it up,” King said, pulling his phone out, I assumed, to text his brother. “Tell him to bring it all back here. Dec can bring the kit here. And Nav can run it.”

I sat back down in my chair. King put his phone away and moved on to the next order of business.

“I got the footage from the bar. Nav, put it on the screen.”

We all sat there watching as Sammy and Jingles sat down. Saw them talking with Grace and Johnny. The video didn’t have sound, but I saw Sammy place her hand on Jingles’ arm. I turned my focus and looked at him pointedly.

“Completely innocent,” he claimed.

“Better fucking be,” I growled.

The video continued, and we watched Jingles stand and walkoutside. Then we saw the son of a bitch approach Sammy at the bar. They talked for a minute, and then Sammy looked at Johnny.

“That’s it. Right there.” Ghost pointed. “Back it up and run it slow.

“Son of a bitch!” Colt barked. “When Johnny looked at Sam, he reached over her glass for a napkin.”

“This wasn’t the first time this bastard has done this. Not with how smooth it was,” Cash commented.

“Unfortunately, he never looks forward, so we can’t see his face,” I said.

“Looks like we should all hang out at the bar a little more often,” Colt stated.

There was a knock at the door just before it opened.

“Sorry to interrupt, Prez. But he was insistent, threatened to arrest me.” Archie opened the door, and the sheriff walked in.

“Adolescent asshole,” Declan muttered, shoving his way in.

“No problem, Archie. I should have let you know he was coming,” King admitted. “You could be nicer, Dec.”

“It’s too fucking late to be nice. What did you find with the footage from the bar?”

“Fucker avoided the cameras,” I grumbled.

For the next two hours, we discussed Carrie, the GHB that was making its way around the surrounding towns, and Derek. Another topic we briefly discussed was Julie, the waitress at The Diner, and her history with an MC. Nav was adding her to a list of things to look into.

The knock on the door had us all sitting up. Ghost opened the door and Mimic walked in with a half dozen items Billy, the prospect, had lifted from Carrie’s house. He dropped the items on the table and immediately left.

“Tell me he wore gloves when he picked these up,” the sheriff asked.

“Trust me, he knows what he’s doing.” King grinned. “He doesn’t want you getting ahold of his fingerprints.”

The sheriff glared at his little brother.

Declan was a good cop, but he took care of his brother, and byextension, us.

Declan opened his kit and pulled on his gloves. He removed each item from its bag. A hairbrush, a bottle of perfume, a TV remote, a glass, a book, and her vibrator.

“I am not dusting her fucking vibrator,” the sheriff barked, shaking his head. “Who the fuck thought that was a good idea?”

We all did our best not to laugh out loud.