Jace's POV
The security alert from the night before hadn't turned into an attack, but it hadn't been a false alarm either, and by sunrise, Derek had confirmed that someone had broken into one of our salvage yards on the edge of town.
I showered quickly, brushed my teeth, pulled on fresh jeans and a black shirt, and grabbed my jacket before heading downstairs.
The clubhouse was already awake, and the smell of coffee filled the kitchen while Mason stood near the counter looking half asleep.
Derek was staring at his phone with a serious expression.
"What do we know?" I asked as he looked up.
"Someone forced the side gate sometime after midnight." He said.
"Anything stolen?" I asked.
"Not much." He said.
"Define not much." I said.
"Two batteries, some scrap parts, and a set of tools
