The prospect disappearing should have made everyone focus on finding him. Instead it made everyone suspicious of each other. Again.
Raze never needed bombs or bullets to hurt the club because lately he seemed perfectly capable of destroying things from a distance.
The realization sat in my head for most of the week while meetings became more tense and conversations became shorter.
People second guessed everything. People watched each other and whispered about them.
That’s exactly what Raze wanted.
I sat at the main table one afternoon while maps and reports covered every available surface and Blade rubbed his temples while Casey listed another dead end in the search for the missing prospect.
“Nothing from the gas station. Nothing from motels and nothing from traffic cameras.” C
