Chapter 5
Tarot
“WHAT’S UP, PHOENIX?”
“Sorry to call you. Devon just texted me. She’s thinks she has a Peeping Tom. Twice, this evening, she thought someone was looking into her windows.”
“Oh, s**t. Really?”
It wasn’t exactly a surprise. Devon, Phoenix’s cousin, was a beautiful, sexy young woman. She owned the tattoo parlor that connected to our clubhouse, and guys were always asking her out. Currently, she was dating Brass, our Sergeant At Arms. From what I understood, things were getting serious and he was about to ask her to marry him.
“Brass and I are out of town, otherwise, we’d go and check things out. We brought the prospects with us, otherwise I’d send them over.”
“That’s right. Fishing Opener,” I replied.
They’d driven up to Brass’s cabin in Alexandria, and had invited me,
