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didn't kill him. Somebody else did and the Mexicans left the body for us with the gold coins in his eyes.”
     
    I still had a lot to learn about the gangs in this town. “So instead of taking the body and burying it themselves, they wanted us to find the killer?”
     
    Johnson picked at his ear. “I've seen it a few times before. It's a way for them to put the heat on their enemy.”
     
    I circled around the body, looking for anymore clues. “Wouldn't they want their enemy dead? Why get them arrested?”
     
    “Sacks County Prison is the best place to kill somebody. Confined area with loads of lifers who are ready to commit another murder for the cause.”
     
    These MC's were smarter than I thought. I was expecting some low-level gang stuff but not intricate plans. I was used to gangs shooting at each other until they ran out of bullets.
     
    “The only one who could have done this was Caleb Taylor.”
     
    “He's the...uh...new President of the Black Widow MC,” Moore chimed in.
     
    “Want us to pick him up and bring him to the station?” Johnson asked.
     
    I shook my head. “No, I'll take care of it myself.”
     
    Johnson and Moore left me alone with the body. I kneeled down and stared at him for awhile. I knew that I wouldn't be able to pin the crime on Caleb Taylor so bringing him in would do nothing. He wasn't the one who pulled the trigger. But maybe the team on the roof would find something. Get me the true killer.

Chapter Nine
     
Caleb

Garcia had been dead almost twenty hours and so far no blow back from the Mexicans. But I knew their plan: wait until our guard was down. It's exactly what I would do. Vengeance only clouds your judgment. So it was time to put the next part of my plan into effect.
     
    The nightclub Diamonds was empty save for one black girl dancing around a pole on the stage. Her tits were gigantic and fake, just begging to be squeezed. A big black bouncer frisked us before letting us in. We already knew not to come armed. That was the only way Byron would see us.
     
    Tanner, Big Mike, and I walked through the club, staring at the chick dancing. She shoved the pole in her cleavage and rubbed her breasts up and down. She curled her finger at Big Mike to come over. “You big enough to handle all this?” she asked, pushing her tits together.
     
    Big Mike nodded with a blank stare. Tanner pulled him away. “Holy shit, Mike, didn't you get enough from the sluts we got you last night?”
     
    “Big Mike always has room for more.”
     
    I couldn't help but chuckle as we made our way to the back of the club. Four black guys with assault rifles stood on the second floor, looking down on us. Byron and two of his associates were sitting in a dark booth. One of the associates stood up and frisked us again.
     
    “They're cool, Wayne, leave them alone,” Byron said, lighting a cigarette between his fingers. “Take a seat gentleman.” Byron was a small guy and about the same age as Mason. His head had a little bit of black hair left and a long scar ran down his left eye. Mason and him used to be big rivals in the 80s until they finally came to a peace agreement that's been in effect ever since. “I was sad to hear about Mason retiring but congratulations to you, Caleb.”
     
    I nodded. A black woman came around with drinks and passed each of us a shot of whiskey. Big Mike got a long look down her shirt before she left. There was no way Mike was going to leave here without getting some black tail.
     
    Byron lifted his glass. “Let me propose a toast, to the continued alliance.”
     
    I raised my glass and clinked it against the others before knocking it back. The warm liquor was exactly what I needed. I relaxed in my seat as my heart rate slowed.
     
    “What can I do for you guys?” Byron asked, taking a drag on his cigarette.
     
    I smiled and leaned forward. “We took out Garcia yesterday.” I collapsed back in my seat and admired the shocked look on Byron's