5
Daniel pulled his chair in to get a closer look at the footage. It was too grainy to be sure, but the female kicking the collective butt of an entire motorcycle g**g did resemble his ghost—the woman who’d disappeared from the Reaper’s compound.
He’d been searching for her ever since. Until today, he’d had nothing. Not until Ray had waved him over to watch some old security footage.
“Where the hell did you find this?” Daniel asked his partner.
“In the archives. It was part of an earlier investigation. The Devil’s Hand was a motorcycle g**g operating out of Detroit.”
“Was?”
“Yup, was. They’re defunct now. While they were operating, they were a nasty bunch—drugs, illegal g*n sales, racketeering with a body count. We got wind of them three or four years ago. The FBI actually kicked the
