The video call connected with a flicker. Grim’s face came into view first, lit by the neon buzz of the motel sign behind him. Ripper leaned in beside him, arms crossed, eyes sharp.
“Talk,” I said.
Grim didn’t waste time. “We followed the guy Tiffany brought to the clubhouse. No idea who he is, but she rode in with him.”
Ripper added, “Dropped her off at her place. Didn’t linger. Then he drove straight to a motel off 71. Parked, went inside, came out twenty minutes later with a duffel. Packed up and left.”
“Alone?” I asked.
Grim nodded. “Yeah. But before he left, we saw him talking to someone in the room. Couldn’t see who.”
Ripper’s jaw flexed. “We stayed. Something felt off.”
“Good call,” I said.
“Hour later, Tiffany shows up,” Grim continued. “Knocks on the same door. Liam opens i
