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starving. I’m going to ask Bash to bring me a bottle of Chivas and a huge steak, and you and I are going to finish up.”
    He nodded. “I’ll file a report with your bosses tomorrow, but you know by now they’ll hook you up to the polygraph and ask most of these questions again.”
    Shaking my head, I told him, “I’m going to send my supervisor an email letting her know the gist of my evening, and tell her I intend to take tomorrow off.”
    He closed his laptop and put everything into a tech-bag. “Pickering’s on paid leave, and he’s under federal and local investigation, but it’s going to take a while. I need you to let me know of any contact you have with him as soon as it happens.”
    Bash came back in with a full bottle of Chivas and two cocktail glasses, and Graham handed him a card. “I can’t condone illegal activity, but if you come across something legally, please give me a call. Dirty cops and elected officials make us all look bad. We’re supposed to be the good guys.”
    He left, and several MC members came in. I put my head on the table and Bash rubbed my back.
    “Your dad had a hassle getting your purse and phone,” said Duke, “and probably wouldn’t have them if he hadn’t taken our attorney with him. I’m sending someone who can drive your car back, and your dad’ll meet them there with the key. Good call bringing Graham here, Brain has video and audio of the entire interview, including the part where Graham turned his equipment off. I haven’t seen any of it, but he says you did good.”
    I turned to Bash. “I assume you know by now that the Disciples didn’t do this to my face?”
    “Yeah. Brain said you pretty much bullied Dozer into doing it, so I only hit him a few times.”
    “Dammit, Bash!”
    “It’s okay, Princess. Dozer and I are good.”
    “That isn’t the point! He did it to me as a favor, so Dawg or Brain wouldn’t have to, because the thoughts of one of them doing it turned my stomach. He shouldn’t have been hit for doing me a favor .”
    “It’s a guy thing, Princess. Don’t expect you to get it, but Dozer understood. Didn’t even hit me back.”
    He’d known to order me more than one steak, and I went through four of them before I was ready to go across the street. I realized they were positioning people to make sure I made it across safely, but I was so tired I let them deal with it. I trusted them to keep me safe.
    My dad showed up with my stuff, but I couldn’t tell whether the CPD had gotten into my phone. I was sure they had — law enforcement has ways to get past the lock screen, so I handed it to Brain so he could look through and see what, if anything, they might’ve gotten.
    My dad walked me to one of the sofas in the clubhouse, pulled me onto it with him, and put his arm around me as he asked me what I’d learned.
    “I let my guard down, coming out of the nail place,” I admitted.
    “Not what I asked, Angel. What did you learn?”
    “I already knew to look for that kind of van, or anything I can be yanked into so people can’t see me once I’m in and the door’s closed. If I’d been paying attention I’d have waited to step out into the road area until it was past. If you’re asking about specifics — I learned a little about club business I hadn’t known before, but not much.” I smiled. “I was reminded how much of a bad-ass my dad is.”
    “So, you won’t be as likely to let your guard down, in the future?”
    I shook my head. “I’m sorry you were worried.”
    “Terrified, Angel. I was terrified , and you know your old man isn’t afraid of much.”
    But losing me was his biggest nightmare. Yeah, I knew, because losing him had been my biggest nightmare since my mom died. And now, losing Bash was right up there on the nightmare scale, too.
     

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Three
     
    Bash
     
    What really pissed me off about Angelica’s face was the fact we’d have to do it again tomorrow. She was