Karl
I called Fed and told him to meet me at the house just before I hopped on the bike to head home. Jassy climbed up behind me, and we took off for my place.
On the way there, I considered what my grandpa had told me. He'd known the whole time, and he knew what was going on inside my organization. I'd tried to keep it from him, but I guess I couldn't keep anything from the old man. He was good, even after he'd retired all those years ago.
The question now was, did I want to cooperate with Agent McKesson, and the FBI? Snitches got stitches, that was the rule. There was no way I could turncoat like that, and start working for the government as an informant.
Not only would it put me in danger, it would start raising questions about the whole club if it got out. That would put Fed, Happy
