Butcher's POV
Sword was standing near the bar when I entered the main room.
He nodded toward the office.
“Got something.”
I followed him inside, closing the door behind us.
Crank was already there, sitting across from my desk.
“What's going on?”
Sword handed me his phone.
“Travis was spotted outside a garage the Boilers have been using.”
I studied the photograph.
“That's him?”
“Yeah. Same guy we've been looking into.”
“Anyone else?”
“Two Boilers came out while he was there. One of them handed him something before he left.”
“What?”
“Couldn't get close enough to see.”
I handed the phone back.
“Where's he now?”
“Lost him near the interstate.”
I clenched my jaw.
“Fuck.”
Crank leaned forward.
“Got a brother checking the garage. Quietly.”
“Good. Don't want those bastards k
