“What is taking you so long?” a female snapped.
Gavin couldn’t make out the next muttered words, but he could plainly hear the other one who didn’t care that she was raising her voice in a church.
“Now! I don’t have all night. I’ll text him when we get in the car. Next time, you can walk home.”
No longer able to ignore the surge of protection that was storming through his body, Gavin jerked the door open, finding the entryway empty. Heading to the main door, he looked out, seeing the back of a woman who he didn’t recognize and a young girl carrying a backpack while rushing to keep up. His gaze focused on the slight figure of the girl getting in the back seat of the car.
Instead of going back to Lucky’s office, he waited expectantly to see the girl’s face, telling himself that he just wanted to make sure she was okay. But deep down, the protectiveness he was experiencing unsettled him.
“Gavin, what are you doing here?”
Startled, he turned around to see Lucky had come up behind him. “Losing my fucking mind,” he was finally able to get out. No one had been able to sneak up behind him since his early days in the service.
“What?” Lucky looked at him strangely, confirming that he had gone crazy.
Ruefully shaking off the strange feeling, he took a last look out to see the car’s taillights as it pulled out of the parking lot.
“Did you need to talk to me about something?”
Gavin was grimly reminded of what he needed to discuss with Lucky. “You have a few minutes?”
“Not many. A parishioner’s family is waiting.”
“This won’t take long.”
Together, they went into Lucky’s office. Gavin didn’t talk until he closed the door.
“I don’t want you calling or texting me anymore.”
“Why?” Lucky asked, taking a seat behind his desk.
Gavin had his suspicions that the pipeline Lucky was investigating was going to hit The Last Riders close to home. He had no intention of alerting Lucky until he could prove that two of the men they called brothers were dirty. To do that, he had to limit his interactions with Lucky. If what he was thinking was true, there could be more than one brother involved, and he would have easy access to the communications between him and Lucky. Hell, if it was true, not only would Lucky be in danger, but the other agents on the case would be as well.
“I’ll let you know in a couple of days,” Gavin hedged.
“That’s it? I think we should call Viper and bring more brothers—”
“No!” That was the last thing they needed. If he or Lucky called and asked for more help, Gavin was worried it would be a red flag to Memphis and the other Last Rider he was trying to expose. They would cover their tracks and he would never be able to prove that they were involved in the pipeline and stealing from The Last Riders.
If he hadn’t been meticulous at making copies of every contract, they would have gotten away with it much longer than they were going to. Gavin blamed himself. If he hadn’t been so determined to prove to Viper that he could handle having the factory built, renovating the inn, and helping Lucky all by himself, Memphis and his accomplice’s shady activities would have been caught before their treachery resulted in more than just being outed by the club. When the truth came out, it would be a death sentence to all those involved.
The Last Riders had safeguarded the money they’d invested into building their business. Not only did they make money by manufacturing and selling survival equipment, but several members held patents, giving The Last Riders sole rights. Some of those patents were worth big money, which was why they’d taken out life insurance policies as a way to secure the company if anything happened to any of original members. It had been his fucking idea, and now he was regretting it. If Memphis was dirty enough to reassign the patents into his name, then he was dangerous enough to kill for the policies.
However, it had to take someone with knowledge of computers to forge documents and transfer the patents to his name. Memphis was useless on a computer, so whoever was helping him was a professional—he’d have to be in order to keep him or Viper in the dark. Knox and Crash were the two Last Rider’s with degrees in computer science, and both had the skills and access to the club’s correspondence.
Gavin would have the proof in a couple of days. He requested a copy of the transfer documents showing Memphis’s name on the patent. When he received it, he would have proof and would go to the club to talk to Viper, who he hadn’t talked to since their argument. The club was having a meeting this weekend, and he had every intention of informing his brother of Memphis’s treachery and healing the breach that had kept them apart. Until then, he needed to keep Lucky in the dark. There was too much at stake for either Knox or Crash to be alerted.