Edge’s POV
By the time I got back to the clubhouse, Train was already there.
Blaze came through the door less than two minutes behind me.
Chain stood at the table with a map open on his phone.
“Where?” I asked.
“Old service station off County Road Sixteen. Been closed a few years.”
“Pike?”
“Confirmed. Mendoza too.
"Two other men we've identified and at least three we haven't.”
Train looked at Chain.
“They staying there?”
“Doesn't look like it. They met somebody. Twenty minutes, then split.”
“Who?”
“Working on it.”
I took off my cut and hung it over the chair.
“What direction did Pike go?”
“Back east.”
Toward the businesses they'd already been hitting.
Blaze's expression hardened.
“They're going back.”
“Maybe.”
Train shook his head.
“Not tonight. Too obvious after hit
