Tip of the Spear: Devil Chasers (Lima Six Motorcycle Club Book 3) (16 page)

“Head mother-fucker in charge,” he replied quietly.

“Oh…”

“—and I make him an offer he can’t refuse.”

“And what offer is that?” Ripcord asked.

Leo grinned and began to lay out his plan.

***

“That car was following us when we arrived,” Leo said as he and Jamie walked out of
He’s Not Here.
There was nowhere for the car to hide on a Sunday evening and it stuck out like a sore thumb parked all alone in the furniture store parking lot across the street.

“Lundergrund,” Jamie said.

“Count on it.”

“How are you going to take out The Investigator with a tail?”

“I’ve been thinking about that. How would you feel about stirring up a little trouble, helping me lose the tail, and sticking it to Officer Kary Lundergrund at the same time?”

“I like the idea fine. But I’m not too keen on going to jail, even for the chance to fuck that bitch.”

“No, no. Nothing like that. In fact, you are going to be the perfect upstanding citizen, just doing your part to help law enforcement.”

Jamie snickered and kissed him quickly on the lips before sliding into the 1950. “And how am I going to be this miss goody-two-shoes?”

“I’ll tell you all about it on the way home.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Tuesday afternoon, Leo arrived home early from work. Today was the day they either got Lima 6 out of the drug business or they all became marked men. “Are you ready to be the welcome wagon?”

“You sure this will work?” Jamie asked.

“Nope. But it’s the best I got unless you have a better idea.”

She sighed in resignation. “No. I got nothing. I just hope this works.”

“Just do the best you can.”

She gave him a quick kiss before she gathered her purse and left in her car. She quickly drove to the nearest Starbucks and ordered six large Frappuccinos. Thirty dollars lighter, she drove back home, careful to not spill the beverages. She had never been much of a coffee drinker, but at the prices Starbucks got, maybe she should sell the bar and open a coffee shop.

She rolled to a stop behind the carpet cleaning van and exited her car. If this was really a carpet cleaning service she was going to feel like a complete dumb-ass and the workmen were going to get a hell of a treat.

Carefully balancing the tray of frozen concoctions she walked up to the back of the van and pounded on the door. “I have Starbucks!” she called. She waited a moment then smacked on the doors again. “Look, I know you are in there! I would hate to pour this out on the ground!”

Just before the doors opened, she saw Leo push is hog out into the drive. She hauled her attention back to the van as the doors opened and smiled up at none other than Lundergrund. “What a surprise. I didn’t think you would be here. Want a Frappuccino?”

“What do you want?” Lundergrund challenged.

“Nothing. You guys have been sitting out here for almost a week. I figured you must be bored out of your minds watching us go back and forth to work and shopping. So I thought I would stop by and offer you something cold to drink.”

“What did you put in it?”

“Oh, for god’s sake Lundergrund. Don’t drink it if you don’t want any of it. I tell you what, you pick one and I will drink it, okay? Or I can take a drink out of each of them if you don’t mind drinking after me.”

Jamie waited to see if Lundergrund would accept her offer. After a moment, Jamie shrugged. “Have it your way,” she said as she turned to go.

“Wait a minute,” Lundergrund said. “Why are you being so nice?”

“To be honest, I didn’t know you were in there or I wouldn’t have bothered. As far as I’m concerned, you can sit in there until you rot.”

Lundergrund smiled. “That sounds more like it. What flavors?”

“Let’s see if I can remember what I ordered. They are all Frappuccinos, and there is hazelnut, cinnamon dolce, chocolate chip, peppermint mocha, toffee mocha and caramel,” she said as she touched the top of each drink while reading the writing on the side of the cups. “But if you don’t want them I can take one to Leo and dump the rest out.”

“Jesus, Lundergrund, let her in!” a male voice called from inside the van. “I call the caramel!”

“Hazelnut!” came another male voice.

“Shit. Alright, hand them up before I have a mutiny on my hands,” Lundergrund said as she moved to take the tray from Jamie.

Jamie didn’t hand the tray to Lundergrund as she stepped into the van and marveled at the inside. Along one long wall was a bank of switches and plugs surrounding a collection of small monitors, all of which were dark with the exception of two. One showed a wide shot of the front of Leo’s house, the other a close up view of him crouched down at his Harley. Two men were seated at the console.

“Don’t touch anything,” Lundergrund muttered as Jamie held the tray out so the men could select their drinks.

“Thanks,” they said as inspected the cups then took their preference.

She then offered the tray to Lundergrund. Lundergrund was defiant a moment, then smiled and took the chocolate chip. “Thanks. Why did you get so many?”

“Because I didn’t know how this works or how many people were in here. Where can I set this?”

Lundergrund pointed to the corner and Jamie sat the tray down and pulled out the toffee mocha and took a sip, her eyes widening in delight at the complex flavors of the drink.

“How did you make us?” Lundergrund asked.

“I didn’t. But Leo noticed that a van was always parked in the same spot. He put two and two together.”

“Shit. This is the only place where we have a clear line of sight to his house.”

“Why couldn’t we just go out the back?”

“There’s a car on the next street too, watching for that. And you would be on foot. Not much chance of you getting away like that. We have a laser on the front glass. It picks up the vibrations in the glass from sound. We can hear everything that goes on inside so we would know if you opened the back door.”

Jamie blanched. “Everything?”

“Well enough.” Lundergrund grinned nastily. “Sounds like Leo knows how to rock your world. Makes me a little jealous.” One of the men snickered, but said nothing.

“Now what?” Jamie asked.

“Now nothing. We have a warrant if you want to see it.”

“No, I suppose you would. I was kind of hoping that you would just go away if you knew we had spotted you.”

“Sorry sweetcakes, I can’t do that. Your boyfriend over there is going to lead me to the cartel, Lima 6, connection. What’s he doing?” Lundergrund asked with a nod at the monitor.

“Nothing. Working on his bike. Why?”

“Just wondering,” Lundergrund said.

She heard Leo start the hog and rev it a couple of times over the speaker in the van before shutting it off again. That was her cue. She turned and placed herself between Lundergrund and the monitors, trying to block her view as much as she could. “Look, Kary, I know we got off on the wrong foot. And I won’t lie to you, I will probably never like you, but you are barking up the wrong tree here. Leo isn’t part of Lima 6 anymore. He isn’t going to be able to help you. Why don’t you go lean on Ron, or someone else in the club, and leave us alone? We just want to get on with our lives.”

“I offered him a way out and he shoved it in my face.”

“Some deal. Turn on his friends? He’ll never take that offer.”

“Life is full of tough choices. Seems to me that after they gave him the boot, they are not his friends. If you were smart, you would walk away from this right now. I’m taking them down and I have no desire to take you down with them. But if you get in my way…” She let the threat linger.

“As you said, life is full of tough choices. I guess I will just have to take my chances.” She heard Leo start the bike again and rev it a few times as he did before. She didn’t dare turn to watch the monitors for fear of giving up the game.

“Shit!” Lundergrund snarled as she lunged at her, shoving her roughly aside as she dove for the microphone mounted on the console behind her.

The push was so rough Jamie didn’t have to do much acting. She had discreetly loosened the top of her Frappuccino with her thumb as she stood between the two men, and as Lundergrund shoved her aside, she dumped the contents on the man to her right as she fell into the man on her left.

“Shit!” the man yelled as the icy drink poured down his back, leaping from his chair in reaction.

As Jamie stumbled into the other man, she saw the shoulder of the fast rising man connect solidly with Lundergrund’s chin as she leaned in. Lundergrund’s head snapped back with a loud clack of teeth and she fell hard against the opposite side of the van. The commotion was over in seconds, but it took the stunned Lundergrund a moment to gather her wits.

“Able! He’s coming your way!” she shouted into the microphone after she recovered.

“I’m on him, but he went by like a bat out of hell.” There was a pause. “I’ve lost him.”

“Fuck!” Lundergrund shouted, then keyed the mic again. “All units, be on the lookout for Graves. Last seen heading North on Armadillo.” She then turned her attention to Jamie. “You fucking
bitch!
I should arrest you for interfering with a police investigation!”

“For what?” Jamie snarled back. “You’re the one that started all this when you pushed me. I was just here delivering coffee!” Jamie stared at her, refusing to break eye contact. She knew she could be arrested when she agreed to do this, and had accepted that, but she wouldn’t back down from this bitch, ever.

“Get the fuck out! If you ever get in my way again I will kick your fucking ass.”

“Anytime you’re ready to rumble,
sweetcakes
, you know where to find me,” Jamie sneered with a nasty smile of her own before turning to the doors at the rear of the van and stepping out.

***

The moment he squared up on the road, Leo whacked the throttle wide open, the bike bellowing down the street as he banged roughly up through the gears. He saw a Dodge Charger pull out behind him, but he was already running eighty down the residential street and his speed was still climbing. He braked hard as he approached the stop sign, the bike weaving as the rear tire locked up. The cross street was clear and he leaned the bike hard into the corner without stopping, the foot pegs banging and scraping on the pavement as he powered through the turn.

He risked a quick look over his shoulder as the bike once again strained for speed but the Charger was nowhere in sight. Another hard brake, not skidding the tire this time to give away his location, then a lunge down a street on his left before once more going hard on the throttle. He passed a minivan doing over one-hundred before skidding to a stop at the next stop sign. He had to wait a moment for traffic to clear on the busy road, revving the bike in impatience, then juiced the bike out into traffic and settled into cruise with the traffic, not wanting to bring attention to himself by weaving and darting through traffic.

He ran with the traffic for several minutes, watching for cops or cars making sudden turns, but after a couple of miles he relaxed. As he rode along to his rendezvous, he wondered if he would be alive this evening, and if he was, would he have to bail Jamie out of jail.

***

“You’re sure this is the place?” Leo whispered.

“Yeah. It’s what I was told,” Copper answered beside of him.

“Then where are they? They’re late.”

Copper shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s not my day to keep up with the cartel. If they don’t show, we’ll just have to try again some other time.”

“Movement!” a voice called from down the hill. “Truck coming up the road.”

“What have we got?” Copper called.

“Looks like one box truck and two SUV’s.”

Leo looked at Copper. “Box truck?”

“Beats the shit out of me,” Copper whispered.

Lima 6 settled in and watched. This was the first hand-off of drugs since the hit on the cartel by the cleaning crew. The 2-ton truck ground to a halt at the end of the road near the abandoned barn. Lima 6 was in the scrub, dug in and out of sight. They were boxed in, with the road the only way in or out. Either Lima 6 or the cartel was leaving today, but not both.

Gigolo and Ron stepped out of the SUV as it rolled to a stop, four members of the cartel stepped out of the second SUV.

“That’s The Investigator,” Copper hissed softly as a man shook Ron’s hand.

Leo gave a quick nod. When he fired, that would be the signal for the rest of Lima 6 to open up. He pulled the AR-15 to his shoulder, prepared to put one in Ron’s head, when another member of the cartel opened the back of the box truck and a dozen more men, all armed with lethal looking rifles, hopped out. He eased the pressure off of the trigger.