Caleb:A Black Widow MC Romance(12)

I put my hand up for him to stop. “It's fine, Johnson. You can get your badge and gun when we get back to the station. For now, help us out with this body.”



We walked over to Moore who stopped pacing and cleaned his glasses. “Were the directions okay, Sheriff?”



“What do we have here?” I asked him.



Moore put his glasses back on and bent down over the body. “Older male in his early fifty's. One single shot to the neck.”



I recognized him immediately. It was Garcia who I only met a few days ago. Now here he was, dried blood caked all over him and two gold coins over his eyes. What happened here? I stepped away from the body and walked around the crime scene. Some boot prints were stuck in the blood but I knew that would only be a needle in a haystack. A large caliber bullet was found near the head of Garcia. Looked to be from a sniper rifle. I positioned myself where Garcia was most likely to be standing when he was shot. I peered straight ahead and up. An office building about two hundred yards away had the perfect vantage point.



“I want a team on the roof of that office building over there,” I announced. Nobody moved for a moment until Johnson pointed to two officers and they left the junkyard.



I went back to the dead body, running through all the possible scenarios in my head. It had to of been the Black Widow MC. A single sniper shot during a meeting but how did they get away without more dead bodies?



I pointed to the stack of cars. “There might be more dead bodies here. Make sure to check out all the cars before we leave. Also get a statement from the owner of the junkyard.



Johnson nodded and threw out some orders to a guy standing by the caution tape. Maybe he was going to be more helpful than I thought.



“What are the gold coins for?” I asked, pointing Garcia's one eye. “Does the Black Widow MC do this to their enemies?”



Moore looked dumbfounded. Johnson spoke up, “The Death Merchants do it to fallen brothers.”



“But what reason did they have to kill their leader?”



Johnson shook his head. “They didn't kill him. Somebody else did and the Mexicans left the body for us with the gold coins in his eyes.”



I still had a lot to learn about the gangs in this town. “So instead of taking the body and burying it themselves, they wanted us to find the killer?”



Johnson picked at his ear. “I've seen it a few times before. It's a way for them to put the heat on their enemy.”



I circled around the body, looking for anymore clues. “Wouldn't they want their enemy dead? Why get them arrested?”



“Sacks County Prison is the best place to kill somebody. Confined area with loads of lifers who are ready to commit another murder for the cause.”



These MC's were smarter than I thought. I was expecting some low-level gang stuff but not intricate plans. I was used to gangs shooting at each other until they ran out of bullets.



“The only one who could have done this was Caleb Taylor.”



“He's the...uh...new President of the Black Widow MC,” Moore chimed in.



“Want us to pick him up and bring him to the station?” Johnson asked.



I shook my head. “No, I'll take care of it myself.”



Johnson and Moore left me alone with the body. I kneeled down and stared at him for awhile. I knew that I wouldn't be able to pin the crime on Caleb Taylor so bringing him in would do nothing. He wasn't the one who pulled the trigger. But maybe the team on the roof would find something. Get me the true killer.





Chapter Nine





Caleb





Garcia had been dead almost twenty hours and so far no blow back from the Mexicans. But I knew their plan: wait until our guard was down. It's exactly what I would do. Vengeance only clouds your judgment. So it was time to put the next part of my plan into effect.



The nightclub Diamonds was empty save for one black girl dancing around a pole on the stage. Her tits were gigantic and fake, just begging to be squeezed. A big black bouncer frisked us before letting us in. We already knew not to come armed. That was the only way Byron would see us.



Tanner, Big Mike, and I walked through the club, staring at the chick dancing. She shoved the pole in her cleavage and rubbed her breasts up and down. She curled her finger at Big Mike to come over. “You big enough to handle all this?” she asked, pushing her tits together.



Big Mike nodded with a blank stare. Tanner pulled him away. “Holy shit, Mike, didn't you get enough from the sluts we got you last night?”



“Big Mike always has room for more.”



I couldn't help but chuckle as we made our way to the back of the club. Four black guys with assault rifles stood on the second floor, looking down on us. Byron and two of his associates were sitting in a dark booth. One of the associates stood up and frisked us again.