Wolf, Scars, Ice and Viking stared down the hallway at the young woman eating a sandwich in Wolf’s office, then looked at each other. They’d left her alone in there so she’d feel less surrounded and overwhelmed, but they had left the door open: she was a stranger and they needed at least three sets of eyes on her at all times.
“OK, so,” Wolf said to Viking. “Any thoughts, man?”
“Yeah, and none of them are good,” Viking said. “You’re gonna be pissed, Prez.”
“Go on then.” Wolf sighed. “Hit us with it. How did a woman end up in the back of the club cage with a steel drum full of dead-body s**t?”
“The last time that I had that back door open was… was last night at the place that I… I got rid of the evidence.” Viking swallowed hard. “After that, I was in the van driving for hours on end.”
