Edge’s POV
By Monday morning, Chain had names.
That was the good news.
The bad news was I recognized one of them.
Train dropped into the chair across from my desk while Blaze shut the office door behind him.
Chain remained standing.
“Darren Pike,” he said.
“Forty-two. Runs with a handful of guys who used to call themselves the Black Hollow Crew.”
“Used to?” Train asked.
“Fell apart a couple years ago. Never a real MC.
"More like assholes with bikes who thought matching leather made them important.”
Blaze snorted.
“Sounds impressive.”
Chain ignored him.
“Pike's been bouncing around since. Petty s**t. Collections. Stolen property. Couple bar fights.”
I leaned back.
“I know the name.”
Train looked at me.
“From where?”
“Gene dealt with him years ago.”
That got everyone's
