24
Benji
I’d roared back to the clubhouse after letting that pathetic wretch Eric scamper off back to his rat hole. I felt filthy after touching him. He was a sniveling coward, too soft to do anything but run away from whatever paranoia it was that threatened him. He disgusted me.
But I had bigger fish to fry. He’d told me what I needed to know. I felt sure James was the man behind the trigger, the one who’d murdered Olaf, along with his own wife. We had our target. It was time to plan the strike.
My bike had barely stopped rolling before I was off it and storming inside. I burst into the office, nostrils flaring. Jay, Duncan, Spark, and Slick were all in there, still poring over the papers. Four pairs of eyes snapped up to me the second I entered.
“What happened?” Jay asked softly. “
