Cap chuckles, “Well, you can as far as I am concerned. But it would be great if you could help us out. Oh, Tracker is bound to want to know all about Tank and Pyro because they were good friends.”
“Well, when you see your Pres, you tell him Pyro is playing with fire. He has a fireball he keeps tossing from one hand to the other. I don’t know if he can do anything with it, or if he should even have it because I’ve not seen anyone with anything like that before,” I say all this with exasperation in my tone.
Laughing, Cap stands from the chair and walks to the door. As he opens it, he turns to me. “Thanks for helping, Cilla. It is appreciated, and if you can get that information I’ll make sure we move on it quickly.”
Nodding, I watch as the door closes and then know I’m going to have to have a serious discussion with the three assholes that are now leaning against the wall, or pretending to because, hey, they keep disappearing through the freaking wall.
*Cilla,we heard all that, so you don’t need to repeat it. You look for the snitch, and we’ll find the bomber and ZeBach as quickly as we can. Make sure you tell them speedily because these assholes could move positions right after we find them*
“Okay, Bono. Thank you, all three of you. Your friends are relying on you, and I don’t know how it all works on your side, but as you are here for your brothers, I hope it isn’t a bad thing for you all?”
Tank gives me a solid look,*We don’t care if it is something bad on our side, but it isn’t. We would do whatever we could for our brothers the same as they would have for us*
“You three find them, and I’ll tell them as soon as you inform me. I will prepare them, so don’t waste time.” I turn to leave the room, but turn back when Tank speaks again.
*You should take up with Finger. He’s a good man, and he has a liking for you. First time we’ve seen that from over here. We know what the future holds for you, Cilla, and you need someone to hold you to the now. You are not meant to be alone and you could do far worse than Finger*
“Go away. I’m not looking for a man.” I slam the door behind me and head downstairs where I’m going to inform Tracker his friends are here. Goodness, it’s a madhouse here, and they call me a looney tune!
Chapter 12
FINGER
We are having an officers meeting with Tracker in his office. This is going to be a daily thing until we are clear of the mess that is going on. Cap rubs the back of his neck, then speaks, “I’ve spoken to Cilla, and Pres, you are gonna want to talk to her.”
“Why is that?” Tracker asks, but we all know he was going to pump Cilla for information about her ghostly friends.
“She has Bono, Tank, and Pyro speaking with her now.” That is all I say before Tracker chortles, which takes me by surprise, and everyone else by the look on their faces.
“Does she now? That is interesting...” Tracker's expression is one I’ve not seen before, but if I had to describe it, I would say a mixture of interest, amusement, and usefulness. “Is she going to help you, Cap?”
“Yes, she is Pres,” Cap replies before nudging me with his elbow. “I reckon Cilla will have her hands full dealing with Tank and Pyro.”
Nodding because honestly, I can’t help but agree. They were crazy assholes alive, so what they get up to knowing they are already dead could be totally mind-blowing.
“The prospects have cleaned up Cilla’s house, Pres,” I throw this out to change the subject from Tank and Pyro because none of us want Tracker locked on to the fact he can organize dead people. “Keys has fitted extra locks and has cameras placed.”
“Are you okay with Cilla’s house being secure now, Keys?” Tracker asks, and we all turn our gaze to Keys, who is tapping on his keyboard as he replies.
“Yep, all is good at her place, and anyone trying to get into the house now, I will be alerted.”
“Now, about the tattoo shop. I’d like to speak with Scribe, Pres, if you allow me to take a brother with me. It will be easier for me to speak with him personally, and then I can speak with Lulu. I don’t want us to buy the place blind. We need to know we’ll have an artist to work the place if we purchase it. No point having a tattoo shop and not having an artist,” Coin throws in for discussion.
Agreement rumbles around the room, and Hot Rod chuckles. “Can you imagine taking bookings and saying, well we don’t have an artist yet, but we can pencil you in for when we do.”
“Yeah, that would suck,” Rides laughs.
“Take Finger with you. He more than likely has to give Cilla a break, because she is bound to be pissed that he is following her around everywhere.” Tracker we all know, is going to be doing his best now to get into and stay in Cilla’s good books.
I shake my head at him because I’m following her around under his orders. Sometimes our Pres can pass the blame when he feels it’s in his interest. But I would rather him try to talk to the dead than me doing it. I want nothing to do with dead people. Brothers or not. In my opinion, once you are dead, you are dead and need to stay dead.
“I’ll go with Coin. Not a problem. But you all need to watch Cilla because she is going to try going to work. Oh, and contact Shelby because she’ll need to know Cilla cannot get into work,” I throw the last in the mix and someone else can deal with it.
I get ready to head out with Coin when I see Rita peeking around a door watching someone. Looking in the direction she is watching, I see it is Violet. Now why the hell would she be watching Violet?
“What are you doing, Rita?”
Rita screeches whilst whirling around in shock. “Finger, you scared me to death.”