Shea rode north along the Ironwood bypass with Labrys on her five-o’clock riding a red and ivory Indian Roadmaster. The air was cool as they flew past ranches with names like the Rolling J and the Lazy 8.
The stash house was off Jefferson Highway, a few miles on the other side of the Church, a former church that now served as the Confederate Thunder’s clubhouse. Shea didn’t like the idea of driving past the Thunder’s base of operations, but coming from the south it was unavoidable.
Assuming they weren’t spotted, they would drive down the unmarked road where the stash house sat on land belonging to the club. Shea hadn’t been there in nearly two decades, but shortly before her death, Wendy had confirmed the club still used it.
It was almost never guarded and rarely visited unless the club
