We all departed from the pit, setting out into the dark, quiet street of Greystone in groups. And like I had grouped everyone to go to each property Bishop owned in town. Grim rode behind me through the Iron Horse Road.
We were heading towards Mill Street where one of Bishop’s warehouses was situated.
To everyone else, Kane Industrial Supply was just another warehouse moving steel and concrete.
I knew better.
My club knew better.
Half the trucks leaving Mill Street weren’t carrying just building materials, but also hard drugs.
I knew Bishop was dirty. But no one can prove it.
Every shipment was documented. Every employee was on payroll. Every truck has paperwork.
Every inspection came back clean because Bishop has corrupt officials tipping him off beforehand.
That made Bishop
