I frowned. That was definitely news. “As a student?”
His face was grave. He nodded. “Yeah, so heads-up about that. I got no clue who it is, but we’ll do what we can on our end.”
My frown only deepened. “I thought you were friendly with the Red Demons?”
“Friendly. At an impasse. They drink my beer. I make sure they stay out of Roussou. It’s a tentative peace, and if somehow this rolls over to Bren, that peace is over.” He paused, his jaw clenching. “I hate saying this, but they’re too big for me. They got ties to a lot of people, ties I don’t know about, and they expanded fast since Raith moved into power. The good thing I found out is that they’re keeping Derrick out of it.”
I knew there was animosity between Channing and his dad. Bren had said as much, but hearing him talk about his dad as if he were a stranger, or even an enemy, was a different thing altogether. I was remembering times I wanted to tear my dad’s head off, too, and it wasn’t the same thing. Not the same at all.
I felt a twinge of regret. Maybe I’d overreacted when it came to my own?
Channing was still talking, looking back outside again. “Remember this. If they get rid of that witness, then that case is gone. There’s major tension in Cain because of it, and they’re focused on Cain because it’s the middle ground of a bunch of networks. There’s territory beefs going on down south, but from what I’m hearing, the cartel has a few people operating up here too. Red Demons are going to go after them, but while there’s warrants out for their key people, they’re laying low.”
“I don’t want to get pulled into this. Bren made a choice last year. She wanted a normal life, or normal for her. Not this.”
“I know. He should’ve steered clear, at least until everything is done.” He shook his head, grinding his teeth. “Bren’s like me. She needs to fight. Bounty hunting, that’s a clean way to do it. There’s a bad guy. You’re the good guy. Things might get rough or they might not. There’s an adrenaline rush, and I love it. I live for this shit, but dealing with an MC, and this MC specifically, is a different beast. I don’t want that for Bren.” He looked back, a roughness showing in his eyes. “I got a call from Roussou PD. His case was tossed out, so he’s not on parole or anything, but they told him not to leave town. He left, and they’re not happy about it. Having said that, there’s not much they can do about it. My buddy in the Cain Department told me that they did get a call about him. They know he’s here and they know the Red Demons are seemingly not using him at all. He’s been given the all-clear from the MC, which means he’s not to get pulled in at all. I’ve no clue why they’re doing that. Maybe they think he’ll be more beneficial as a straight civilian, who knows, but all the big players know about him.”
Got it.
It was a lot to take in, but I understood.
I asked, “What do you want us to do?”
He shook his head, rubbing his hand over his jaw. “Do what you’re already doing? Love my sister and take care of her. Keep an eye out?”
“I can do that.” Now it was my turn. I folded my arms over my chest, leaving the water on the counter. “What’s going on with Harper, Sr?”
A different look came over Channing. More business-like. He tipped his head back, his hand falling back to his side. “Right. We looked into it. Harper answers to someone else, someone illegal. We’re trying to figure out who it is and see if we know someone who can do an approach for Sweets. She’s still in Roussou?”
I nodded. “Zellman’s ex is supposed to give birth any day. They’re friends. Jordan said she dropped out of college to take care of her and help her out with the kid.”
“Or to hide?”
I cocked my head to the side. “Or to watch out for her mother, because that’s why she thought she could use Harper, Jr. for that.”
“Whole situation is sideways. You guys worked over the boy?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“He’s been quiet.”
“He’s starting to make noise.”
Channing frowned. “That’s not good. Either says he’s stupid, reckless, or he doesn’t need to keep quiet anymore.”
“Before we left, I threatened him, said I knew people who could hurt his own mother if he talked.”
Channing nodded, his frown deepening. “I’ll call Lincoln, have him find the mom and sit on her a bit. My guess is that you’ll find that Mrs. Harper was sent on an extended vacation somewhere, probably overseas, and definitely off the grid.”