At the sales counter, Shea thumbed through the inventory list. The thieves had gone after the more high-end gear, ignoring the cheap stuff. Clearly someone who knows motorcycle gear. A few Thundermen did, on occasion, buy oil or the odd motorcycle part from Iron Goddess. She’d never gotten the impression they were casing the place.
The MC made most of their illegal money selling crystal meth. Have they added burglary to their list of ways to earn? It was worth checking out. She just had to do it without ruffling any feathers. If her sister really had married the Confederate Thunder’s current president, she might know whether they had hit Iron Goddess.
Her jaw clenched thinking of Wendy and the way she had betrayed Mama’s memory. The idea of calling her made Shea sick. But Derek deserved
