Large maps covered the meeting room walls and every known transport route across the Midwest had been highlighted in different colors and Drake pointed toward one section.
“If they moved prisoners within three hours, they needed major highways.” Drake said.
“And secured transport. They avoid toll roads.” Casey nodded as another point appeared on the map.
“How’d you get that?” Drake asked looking impressed.
“No electronic records.” Casey shrugged.
“They planned every movement.” Blade said.
The room had started feeling less like a biker clubhouse and more like an intelligence headquarters.
That thought bothered me because we weren’t chasing a rival club anymore. We were chasing an organization.
Heath walked through the doorway carrying another stack of paperwork.
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