He, Darko, Utah, and I are all in his office.
“They ride.” I tick the damning information off on my fingers. “They’ve stolen shit before, and these robberies coincide with when they hit town. I’m not saying it’s them for sure, but it’s worth looking into.”
“Maggie’s brothers?” Rock rubs his jaw. “Goddamn.” He looks at Darko. “What do you think, VP?”
“Like the man says, it’s worth checking out. It’s the best lead we’ve got right now.”
“You said they’ve stolen before. You talking armed robberies?” Utah asks me.
“No, not like what this town has seen. Not that I know of, but they used to steal motorcycles and chop them for parts. It’s how they supported their racing habit.”
“You think they’ve got it in them to shoot a man?” Rock asks, nodding to Darko.
“I don’t think Derek would, but Remy? Yeah, absolutely. I once caught him raping a woman. He’s a sociopath with a total lack of remorse. The assholes got no fucking empathy for anyone.”
Utah whistles. “Damn, and he was your best friend?”
“He and his brother were different when we were kids, but over the years, that’s what Remy became. It’s one of the reasons I left New Orleans. He was trying to suck me into his fucked-up plans.”
“What about his brother?” Darko asks.
“Derek is a fucking sheep. None of this shit he’d come up with on his own, but he follows Remy, cowing to whatever he says. And believe it or not, Derek’s the older by two years. The whole thing is fucked up. I tried to talk to him about leaving with me. Told him the only way he’d break free of that shit was to put Remy in his rearview mirror, but I guess brotherly love trumps brains in that case.”
“And now they’re in Durango, and that makes them our problem,” Rock says. His eyes shift to me. “What brought ‘em here? Following their sister?”
“Exactly. Way I heard it, after their old man died, they tracked her down.”
“How’s she feel about that?” he asks.
I shrug. “I think deep down she wishes they never found her, but they’re her brothers. I’m worried. Things go down, she’ll try to warn them if we make a move. I’ve got a feeling she’s already suspicious.”
Darko leans forward. “You think she knows something?”
“No. Her bar was one of the places they hit. I think any suspicions she may have is colored by the fact she’d never believe they’d target her. But I found out she’s never revealed to them that she actually owns the bar. She led them to believe she just works there.”
“And why is that?” Utah asks.
“It’s obvious,” Rock says. “They’d take advantage of it.”
“Exactly,” I say. “So, I was thinking until we figure this out, I need to remove her from the equation. Maybe stash her in a safe house if the club’s got one here.”
“We don’t,” Darko says. “Maybe she can stay with Lola and Memphis. They’ve gotten friendly.”
Rock strokes his jaw, thinking, then looks at me. “I may have a better idea.” He reaches into his desk drawer, and a set of keys flies toward me.
I catch them in a fist. “What’s this?”
“Take her to my cabin. It’s miles from anything and there’s no phone, so you can keep her secluded until we figure it out.”
“Thanks.”
“I’d leave tonight. The sooner, the better.”
I shove the keys in my pocket. “Guess I’ll head out.” Before I can turn to leave, Rock’s words stop me.
“You know what this means, Keno?”
I turn back to him.