Bones__ Satan's Fury MC-SG(6)
Author: L. Wilder

 

When we pulled up, there was no one in sight. Even the car lot across the street seemed deserted—or so we thought. We’d just gotten out of the truck and were making our way to the rear of the station when I heard someone shout, “Can I help you boys with something?”

 

We both stopped and turned to find a man walking in our direction. He was an older guy, well into his late sixties, and he was wearing a suit that looked to be just as old. Big grumbled a curse under his breath, then held up his hand and waved, “Hey there, Charlie. How ya doing?”

 

“Can’t complain.” He continued across the street, and as soon as he made his way over to Big, he extended his hand and said, “Good to see ya, Mike.”

 

“How are things at the lot?”

 

“Been slow, but they always are when it’s this damn cold out.”

 

“Yeah, I imagine it could put a real damper on things.”

 

“It definitely does.” He motioned his head towards the station as he asked, “So, what brings you two out here?”

 

“Just checking out the place.”

 

Mr. Davenport’s face lit up as he asked, “You thinking about buying 'cause I bet Dale will give you a real good deal on the place.”

 

“No, I don’t think I’m up for making that kind of investment.”

 

“You sure about that? I bet you and those brothers of yours could make a real go of the place.”

 

“Maybe.” Big dragged his teeth over his bottom lip, then motioned his hand over to the corner of the building. “Dale got security on the place?”

 

“Nah.” Mr. Davenport shook his head as he snickered, “That’d cost him a pretty penny, and like most folks around here, he’s got a pretty tight grip on his wallet.”

 

“If it’s not his, then whose is it?”

 

“I just figured it was one of the city cameras or something. Not even sure the damn thing works.”

 

I could see the red power light blinking on the side of the camera, so I was quick to interject, “It works.”

 

“Well, I got no idea why anyone would be watching this old place. Nothing of value here.” The words had barely left his mouth when he immediately started backpedaling. “Not that it couldn’t hold value. The right person could turn it into a gold mine.”

 

“Yeah, yeah,” Big blew him off. “So, you don’t know anything about the camera.”

 

“Can’t say that I do.”

 

“Hmm.” Big glanced over at me, then said, “See if the serial number is still on it.”

 

“You got it.”

 

I walked over to the camera and quickly discovered that it was too high for me to see anything. I needed something to stand on, so I gathered a couple of old tires that were propped against the building and stacked them on top of one another. Once I had them secure, I climbed on top and eased on my tiptoes, stretching as tall as I could in hopes of spotting the serial number. As soon as I found it, I pulled out my camera and took a quick picture.

 

On my way back down, I called out to Big, “I got it.”

 

“Good. Let’s head over to Johnsonville Corner and see what we can find on the other one.” Big gave Mr. Davenport a pat on the arm as he said, “Good to see ya, Charlie. Hope things pick up at the lot soon.”

 

“Wait! You’re leaving?” Mr. Davenport gasped. “What about Dale’s place? You still interested in buying?”

 

“Afraid not.”

 

“Oh.” Mr. Davenport looked completely baffled as he watched Big and I start towards the truck. We hadn’t gotten far when he shouted, “Why do I get the feeling that you were more interested in that camera than you were in buying the place?”

 

Big didn’t answer.

 

Instead, he got in the truck and closed the door. As soon as I’d gotten in next to him, he started the truck, and we were on our way to the old schoolhouse. I wanted to believe that Big had discovered our first big lead, but my gut told me it was just another long shot. Either way, we were going to keep digging until we found out who we were dealing with.

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 3

 

 

 

 

 

Elsie

 

 

 

 

 

“You and Hayes looked pretty cozy last night.” Lacy gave me one of her looks as she said, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say he’s got a thing for you.”

 

“Hayes and I are just friends. Nothing more.”

 

“Are you sure about that?” Lacy was one of the club’s hang arounds, and even though she was several years older than me, she was my closest friend. She had an easy-going, bubbly personality and loved to stir trouble, so I wasn’t surprised when she pushed, “’Cause it sure looked like you two were having a good time.”

 

“We were having a good time.”

 

“So, what’s the problem?”

 

“There is no problem.” I shrugged. “I’m just not interested in him that way.”

 

Hayes was a great guy, and I enjoyed spending time with him. I enjoyed spending time with all the guys, but I knew what it would mean if I slept with one of them. One would lead to another and another, and it wouldn’t be long before they’d stop seeing me as their little sister and more as an easy lay.

 

While that might have its advantages, I didn’t want to be just another hang-around.

 

Don’t get me wrong. Lacy and the other hang arounds were great. They were sweet, beautiful girls, and I enjoyed working with them. We cleaned together, cooked for the guys together, and even did the brothers’ laundry together, but at the same time, we lived very different lives. I had my sights set on earning my college degree and having a successful career while they had their sights set on claiming one of the brothers—any of the brothers.

 

I, on the other hand, was only interested in one, and only one.

 

And it wasn’t Hayes.

 

Lacy pursed her lips as she said, “Well, you’re missing out, honey, ‘cause that boy can really get the juices flowing if you know what I mean.”

 

“I’m sure he can.”

 

“Oh, come on, Lace. Don’t waste your breath.” Makayla glanced over at me as she dumped more dirty dishes into the sink. “You know she’s only got eyes for Bones.”