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“Alright, but just for the night, okay?” Skylar smirked, taking his hands in hers. “Look, Cam, there are some people here that want to talk to you. I need you to be honest and answer their questions, okay?”
Cameron turned and frowned. “Ain’t talkin’ to Mr. Kellerman. He’s being a dick. He said I can’t go to the science fair.”
“I know, buddy. That’s the thing we need to talk to you about.”
Cameron sighed. “Fine.”
While I wasn’t thrilled with all the questions thrown at Cameron, and believed some of them were intrusive and had no bearing on what was happening today, the kid held his own and answered everything truthfully, albeit colorfully.
In the end, Mr. Kellerman agreed to allow Cameron to submit his science project and sheriff McClure saw no further reason for worry. However, the CPS lady was another story. While she agreed, Cameron was happy, with no signs of abuse, she had concerns about his interaction with a motorcycle gang and said so repeatedly.
As Scribe talked quietly on the phone, trying to sort out this mess, Frank sneered, “Not a fucking gang. We’re a club!”
“A club that makes and distributes alcohol for profit. A club that has scantily dressed women parading around for one thing, to fornicate. A club that has weapons on the premises. That environment is no place to raise a child.”
Leaning forward, I sneered. “You think you know a lot about the Sons of Hell, lady? Just out of curiosity, where did you get your information from because I know you’ve never stepped foot in the clubhouse? I would know, because I am the Seargent at Arms for the club, so you would need my permission to enter.”
“How I came about the information is not relevant, Mr. Montclair. The fact is the Sons of Hell Motorcycle gang is no place for a small child.”
“You say gang one more time,” Frank growled menacingly.
“You were having dinner with him the night he attacked Chase,” Skylar whispered, looking at the woman. “I saw you there.”
“Baby?” I said, looking from Skylar to the woman sitting across from us who gulped, her face draining of all color as Scribe hung up his phone and smiled wickedly. “I just got off the phone with your boss, Diana Peters. Would you like to know what she just told me? No? Well, how about I say it anyway, but first, Skylar, honey, take Cameron out of the room. Frank, go with them.”
Nodding to her, Skylar quickly got up and carried Cameron out of the room, with Frank following. I didn’t know what Scribe just learned, but I’d only ever once seen him like this. The man may be the club’s goofball and favorite hippie, but Dimeter Malpas looked ready to kick ass and take names later.
“Diana just informed me you are on probation. That you are not working on any active cases. She also told me that all of your cases are under investigation. Would you like to tell Sheriff McClure why?”
“Ms. Meza?”
The woman said nothing as she hatefully looked at Scribe.
“Why don’t you tell sheriff McClure that you are being investigated forstealing children from good and decent families and placing them with families that pay you a handsome fee because adoption agencies have denied their applications. Is that why you want Cameron? Do you have a family already willing to pay top dollar for him?”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Skylar
I didn’t know what was going on in there, but from the raised voices, it didn’t sound good.
“Sky?”
“Yeah, buddy?”
“I ain’t going with that mean lady.”
Smirking, as my brother sat on my lap facing me, I took his hands and replied, “No one is taking you away from me. It’s Sky-Cam all the way, dude. Just you and me, forever.”
“And Pyro,” he added.
“Yes. And Pyro too.”
“Can we add Frank and Scribe? Maybe we should add the rest of the brothers, too. We’re a family, ya know, and Hobbs don’t leave family behind. Do we, Sky?”
Shaking my head, I grinned. “No, baby. We don’t.”
By the time Chase and Scribe left the conference room, I was so ready to get the hell out of this place. I didn’t care if school hadn’t let out yet. I was taking my brother home with me, and no one was going to stop me.