Old Ghosts by Honey Palomino

Author:Honey Palomino [Palomino, Honey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Honey Palomino
Published: 2014-10-03T04:00:00+00:00

☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼

“I need you to do me a favor,” I said to Demon as he sat in my office at the clubhouse. “You’ll have to do it in your civvies. Don’t wear your cut. Take one of the club vans and do some surveillance for me the next few days. I need you to follow someone, but under no circumstances let them see you.”

“Sure, boss, no problem, whatever you need,” he replied. Demon was always quick to do a job, no matter what was required. He was also really great at blending into the background, and that was exactly what I needed.

“Excellent,” I said, as I pushed an envelope across the desk to him. “Here’s the info on her. You’ll find her work address, her home address, and pictures of her. I want you to follow her. Write down everything she does. I want to know everywhere she goes, when she goes there and what she is doing there. Take pictures of every person you see her with. Anything you think might be of interest to me, you let me know right away.”

“Okay, no problem,” he opened the envelope and raised an eyebrow when he saw the pictures inside. “Wow. Anything in particular I’m looking for, boss?”

“Yeah. Dirt. Anything I can use to blackmail her, anything I can hold against her.”

“I see. Okay, I’m on it,” he said, standing up. “Anything else I need to know?”

“Yeah. Don’t tell anyone what you’re doing. This is just between us. Not even Reaper.”

“Got it.”

“Thanks,” I said, shaking his hand before he walked out the door.

“You’re welcome, boss. My pleasure. I’ll be in touch.”

I watched Demon walk out of the clubhouse, and knew I had chosen the right man for that particular job.

My cell phone vibrated in my pocket, and I pulled it out, looking at the caller ID before I answered.

“Mr. Sullivan.”

“Hello, Mike. How are you today?” Jackson Sullivan asked, his voice loud and bellowing in my ear.

“I’m just fine, can’t complain,” I replied, thinking of Daisy for the hundredth time since I had seen her that morning.

“Excellent to hear, Mike,” he replied. “I’m calling about the job. Do the Gypsy Riders want it? Did you talk to your club?”

“I did,” I said. “We talked it over, and we feel like the risk is minimal, and we’d be happy to help you out, as long as everything is exactly as you said it was before. Have there been any changes?” I asked.

“Nope, everything is just the same. We’ll do the deal Friday night at midnight. That work for you?”

“Sure does. You can count on us, Mr. Sullivan.”

“Excellent, excellent. I’m so happy you’re on board. I’m confident things will go smoothly, Mike,” he said. “Especially with the Gypsy Riders there.”

“I am too, Mr. Sullivan,” I said. “I’ll be in touch on Thursday to work out the rest of the details.”

After we hung up, I walked into the clubhouse to find Reaper. He was standing in his usual place, holding court

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.