Ruger sat at the large table in the center of the room at the rear of the clubhouse. The one set aside for club business. Sadist sat to his right, quiet and almost sullen, while Tuck leaned back in his seat, almost sprawled in his chair on the other side of Sadist. The three of them waited as the rest of the guys trailed in and sat down. Once everyone who was appearing was there, Crash stood and closed the door, locking it against intrusions.
Tuck scanned the faces around the table, making sure everyone’s attention was on him. “When’s the last time the room was swept?” He looked at Gizmo.
“I checked it this morning. We’re clean,” the younger man, and the club tech wizard, said with a nod.
“Good.” Tuck looked around as if gauging the mood of the room. “We’ve got some things we need to ad
