Gypsy king

She was the heart of the garage. She set the rhythm and the rest of us followed suit.

“What’d you find out?” I asked.

“I called the salon.” Her face paled. “Stacy said she saw a bunch of cop cars at the motel on her way into work this morning. There’s a rumor that a woman was found dead, but she’s not sure if it’s true.”

Goddamn it. It was probably true. “Anything else?”

She shook her head. “That’s it.”

What I needed was to talk to Dad, but given Marcus’s attitude, that wasn’t happening. So for the time being, I’d have to fu

The door to the office opened and Emmett walked inside, followed by Leo.

“Heard I missed some stuff this morning,” Leo joked.

Not in the mood for it, I shot him a scowl that wiped the grin off his face. “Where the fuck were you?”

“Overslept.”

“That’s been happening a lot lately.”

He ran a hand through his messy blond hair, the strands still wet from his shower. “Am I not getting my work done?”

I didn’t answer. Leo was the artist in the bunch, doing all the paint and design while Emmett, Isaiah and I preferred the mechanics and fabrication. His work was getting done, but he’d been drinking a lot more lately. His arrival time in the morning getting later and later. Every night he seemed to have a new woman in his bed.

He was still acting like the club’s playboy.

“I think we’ve got more important things to worry about at the moment than Leo’s degrading work quality, don’t you?” Emmett asked, taking the chair next to me.

“Degrading work quality,” Leo mumbled, shaking his head as he sat in the last open chair. “Assholes. I hate you all.”

“Gentlemen, do me a favor,” Presley interjected. “Shut. Up.”

“What’s the plan, Dash?” Emmett leaned his elbows on his knees.

I ran a hand over my jaw. “We need to find out whatever we can about the murder. Dad will stay quiet so the cops aren’t going to get anything from him. But they have something. Need to find out what it is. Isaiah has the garage covered, but Pres, limit jobs so he doesn’t get swamped. Emmett and Leo, start asking around.”

They both nodded. We might not be a club anymore but we had co

“What are you going to do?” Presley asked.

Emmett and Leo didn’t need my help, and unless the work in the garage was too much, I’d let Isaiah and Presley handle it. Because there was another person in town who had information, and she’d either give it up freely or I’d drag it out of her.

“Research.”