Misfit(188)
No, he didn’t know Scott, but Cash assumed it was the Torp motherfucker. Thank you, asshole. He now had very useful information to assist in hunting Noah. He’d start by scalping and gelding Scott.
“Did you have a beef with Scott as Christopher said? Rival clubs.”
As Christopher said, huh? Outlaw knew Scott as much as Cash did. Nice try, motherfucker.
Cash folded his arms and leaned back in his seat, staring at the ceiling. He wasn’t talking, so there was no fucking need to waste his eyesight on those pricks.
“He’s not going to fucking talk,” Greenlee grumbled.
Chairs scraped on the floor, indicating the detectives were standing. A moment later, the snick of the door told Cash he was once again alone.
Later that night, Johnnie walked in Fee’s room, surprising Stretch. After their brief text exchange, he hadn’t heard anymore. Fee had been in and out of sleep, leaving Stretch on edge, waiting for word on what to do.
“Arrangements have been made to have Fee transferred to Hortensia,” Johnnie told him.
Stretch nodded and gazed at Fee’s peaceful sleep. “Tomorrow?”
“Now,” Johnnie answered. “A motherfucker coming to fuck with Fee landed Christopher and Cash in jail. We have to secure her. I’d prefer to wait until she’s stronger. This is a lot of upheaval for her after what she went through, but we have no control here.”
Half the hospital administrators in Hortensia were in the club’s back pocket and all of the board of directors, thanks to very generous donations. But it was easy to have control of a small town like Hortensia.
“They’re going to go down on weapons charges,” Stretch said.
“Weapons charges would be the least of their concerns, but whatever they have on them, they’re legally carrying. Something Big Joe arranged that Christopher has kept in place. I don’t ask fucking questions. My guns are registered.”
Shit! Had Outlaw ever mentioned that to Stretch? Had Cash? More to the point, had Stretch ever asked? He’d checked out long before Hanson’s death, carrying a self-loathing because it was easier to play the victim.
“Having registered guns isn’t a good thing. It would be easy to trace certain situations back to one of us.”
Johnnie walked to him and leaned into him. “Look, motherfucker, I don’t give a fuck about guns right now,” he snarled on a whisper. “I need to get my cousin moved and we need to get our brothers the fuck out of jail. Shut the fuck up about inconsequential shit.”
Not liking the maniacal glint in Johnnie’s eyes, Stretch nodded, then moved to the window seat just as Mort, Digger, and Val walked in, followed by a white haired gentleman. At nine o’clock at night, he looked immaculate in a dark blue suit.
“Mr. Donovan,” he began, hand outstretched. Johnnie’s menacing look remained and the man dropped his hand. “Er, I can understand your frustrations. We take hospital security very seriously.”
“Not serious enough,” Mort said.
“Yeah, we not interested in the lying bullshit,” Digger put in.
Val went to Fee’s other side and nodded to her. “This my sister-in-law. We want her moved to safety.”
“When Mr. Caldwell brought it to my attention that his sister was here, I went out of my way to assure her comfort.”
“Really?” Johnnie bared his teeth. “You should’ve done a little more. I’ll expect a refund on the suitcase of money Brooks delivered to you by morning.”
Loosening his tie, the stranger cleared his throat, looking more disheveled by the minute. “Of course. Is there anything else I can do?”
“No, Radcliffe, you been quite fucking helpful,” Mortician told him with no small amount of sarcasm. “So helpful we bringing you to a special place. An Outlaw-sanctioned place.
Radcliffe paled.
Johnnie pretended to think. “Let’s give him another chance, Mort.”
“I’ll think about it, John Boy.”
Radcliffe raised his hands. “Please, anything. If you need it, I’ll personally do it at no charge. The suitcase w-will be returned.”
“With not a dollar missing,” Mort warned.
“As a matter of fact, Radcliffe, there is something else you can do.” Johnnie’s words seemed to lessen the man’s tension.
“Anything.”
Johnnie grinned, not nice. “So glad you’re so accommodating. Get me the fucking security footage. I want to see what happened with Christopher myself. You better hope there was nothing you could’ve done.”
Val rocked back on his heels. “I got a wife I love a lot. This her little sister. I want to see how easy it was for the Torp to walk into Fee’s room, motherfucker.”