Sitting in his spot at the table in the private back room of the Souls clubhouse that night, Sadist and Tuck talked about the meeting about to begin. They were careful not to say anything sensitive.
“Any update on Spino?” Tuck asked, the silver dollar from his kutte pocket slowly flipping over the backs of his fingers.
Sadist shuffled a couple of pages in the stacks in front of him, wishing for a moment there was a better way to do this. “In jail, indicted on arson charges. Between the arson and his record, he was refused bail, so he won’t be getting out anytime soon. They’re still waiting on DNA but there was enough blood for several murder charges. The investigation into that will continue for a while.”
“What about the rest of them?”
Sadist took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “
