Ten
ColeAS I WAITED to speak with Detective O’Brien, I sat alone in one of the interrogation rooms, drinking coffee and playing games on my phone. It was then that I received a text from Patty. Groaning inwardly, I read her message.
Some guy named Tank called and left a message for me about the shooting. Isn’t he the leader of the Devil’s Rangers?
Me: No. He’s the president of the Gold Vipers, the club I’m now with.
Patty: What does he want with me?!
Me: He just wants to talk to you about that night. See if you remember anything useful about the shooters.
She called me and I reluctantly picked it up.
“Dammit, Cole! Why did you give him my phone number?”
“Because he asked for it.”
“Well, I’m not talking to him and I’ll call the cops if he shows up at my job or my home.”
“No, you w
