Victor's POV
I stared at the message on my phone for several seconds, because the words were simple, but the consequences were anything but.
PARTIAL PRINT CONFIRMED.
Travis Cole had left his fingerprint on the listening device, and now the police had a connection between him and Lawson Customs.
It wasn't enough for an arrest yet, but it was enough to create a problem.
I slipped the phone into my pocket and looked across the clubhouse.
Damien was sitting at the bar, while several other Black Reapers were gathered around the pool table.
Nobody was laughing anymore. They had all noticed the change in my expression.
"Where's Travis?" I asked and Damien looked at me.
"Garage out back." Damien said.
"Get him." I said and Damien frowned.
"Why?" Damien asked.
"Because I said so." Victo
