One was a motorcycle that had been reported stolen nearly a year earlier. Another had belonged to a local businessman. A third had been taken from a dealership.
The warehouse was not simply a storage location. It was part of the operation and Sarah came over to us after nearly an hour.
“We have six arrests so far.” Sarah said.
“Black Reapers?” I asked.
“Known associates, yes.” She said.
“Victor?” I asked but she shook her head.
“Nothing.” She said.
I wasn’t surprised. Victor had survived too many raids already.
He always seemed to know when the walls were closing in.
“Damien?” Derek asked and Sarah's expression tightened.
“Not here.” She said.
“Of course.” Derek said.
“We found evidence that he was here recently, but he left before we arrived.” She said and Paige frowned.
“How
