Night Fire (Nightriders MC Book 3) by Silver James

Author:Silver James [James, Silver]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Silver James Books
Published: 2017-05-31T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Leigh

I FELT LIKE a total sleaze as I handed over the fingerprint I’d lifted from a glass Smoke drank from at my house. I’d just spent two hours getting the down and dirty on the local biker gangs. The Nightriders weren’t a huge presence. They had about twenty members and were small-time drug runners for some of the cartels and were on Auto Theft’s radar because of the salvage yard. The other major gang, the Hell Dogs had a bigger impact. They ran prostitution rings, drugs, guns, and if rumor was correct, murder for hire. Awesome.

Smoke made no bones about being an outlaw biker. I knew I was walking a very thin line by getting involved with him but I just couldn’t stay away. The man was far too sexy, and I sensed something honorable about him. Totally weird, but still. Given all the evidence to the contrary, my heart trusted him on an instinctual level. That scared me.

Then to discover that my suspicions about his arson expertise were correct? When I’d tossed out that I knew he was an arsonist, I’d expected his patented “Babe.” I didn’t get that. I got that he’d been an EOD tech in the Marines and following the logic, he was more than likely the serial arsonist the Internet called “The Ghost.”

All I knew was that he called himself Smoke. I wanted to know everything. Every wart. So I sneaked the fingerprint and I took it and some general questions to my buddies in the DPD gang unit.

“Got a hit,” the fingerprint tech announced.

“That was quick.”

“The guy’s in the military database.”

The printer started up so I moved over the check the pages it was spitting out. I gathered the stack of paper and thanked everyone. I needed some quiet time to digest the information I’d just received on Mastery Gunnery Sergeant Brian Jenner, former Marine hero, current outlaw biker aka Smoke. He hadn’t lied about his identity.

I walked into my cubby and dropped the fat file on my desk. My phone was lit up like a Las Vegas casino. I punched in and started listening to voice mail. What had Smoke told me? Oh, yeah. He wasn’t on anyone’s radar. Wrong. The ATF wanted immediate access to me, my investigation, and Smoke.

Before I could get up and disappear, Fielder arrived with three guys in tow. I recognized one of them. He and I had worked a case two years ago. The ATF had arrived. Yippee.

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