“YOU SURE ABOUT that?” asked the president of the Devil’s Rangers.
“Sure as s**t,” said the voice on the phone. “Slammer hired The Judge for the job.”
“I thought it might be something like that.” He closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “And you say that he’s related to Raptor?”
“They’re half-brothers. His real name is Jordan Steele.”
“How’d you get this information?”
“Let’s just say that their mother, Mavis, can’t handle her liquor. She’s in town and made a new friend last night at Sal’s.”
Sal’s was a dive bar in Jensen, frequented mostly by junkies, dealers, and hookers.
“Do you know how to find him?”
“The Judge?”
“Yeah.”
“I might. Are you sure you want to find him?”
The truth was he wasn’t. But, he’d already lost so much and needed to re-establish his reputation.
