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FIVE
     
    Jamie and Leo were approaching Alpine when her phone chirred with the arrival of a text. She fished the phone from her purse and read the message. “We’re set. Kat wants to know if we can meet tonight, about nine o’clock, at HNH.”
     
    “It works for me.”
     
    Jamie typed a moment then held the phone in her hand. Moments later it buzzed again. “We’re set. She said she is coming with him.”
     
    “Probably for the best. Copper and I aren’t exactly on friendly terms at the moment.”
     
    “I’ve known Copper for a long time. He’ll come around. He wants to do the right thing, I’m sure of it. He just needs something to help him realize he has to go against the club to save the club.”
     
    “If this doesn’t do it, I don’t know what will.”
     
    ***
     
    A little before nine, Copper and Kat walked into He’s Not Here. It’s not a busy night and the few other customers watched them, some warily, others with barely veiled contempt, as they moved to a booth and sat down.
     
    “Bobi, cover for me,” Jamie said as Leo rose from his stool and moved to join the couple.
     
    “Copper. Mind if I sit down?” Leo asked as he glided to a stop.
     
    “Doesn’t appear I have a lot of choice,” Copper said as he glared at Kat.
     
    Leo slid into the booth next to Kat, Jamie sitting down next to Copper and placed a beer in front of each of them. “Look, Rich, I know you and I have had our differences of late, but this is about the club and what it means to Vallecito.”
     
    “The club you shit all over when you went to the DEA.”
     
    “I know that is what Ron told you, but I told you truth after the hit by the Prieto Cartel. I didn’t rat out the club to the DEA, and Carlos didn’t sell us out. If we had, then the DEA would be crawling up our ass already.”
     
    “Baby, listen to him!” Kat implored. “He was your friend once, loyal to the club. Leo didn’t turn on the club, the club turned on him.”
     
    “You don’t know shit about it!” Copper snapped.
     
    “I know the club is going bad, baby. I know that, and you do too. Just listen to what Leo has to say.”
     
    Rich Copperton glared at his old lady a moment then turned his attention back to Leo. “Why should I believe a word you say?”
     
    Leo tossed two dozen photos on the table. “Jamie and I took these yesterday.”
     
    Copper didn’t move to pick them up. “So?”
     
    Leo sighed. “I guess we are done here. I’m sorry Kat. I really thought Copper and I could do something.” He moved to get up and Jamie followed his lead.
     
    “Leo! Wait! Please, baby, for me?” Kat begged Copper. “Just give Leo a chance. I know you don’t like where the club is going. Please, Copper. Just… open your eyes for one moment!”
     
    Leo sat back and waited. Copper finally picked up the photos and flipped through them quickly. “So? Ron, Gigolo and Carson are talking to someone I don’t know. Big deal.”
     
    “Do you know where this is?” Leo asked.
     
    “Is that the dairy bar out on 118?”
     
    “Yeah. Do you know why they were there? Why Jamie and I were watching?”
     
    “Because you don’t have a life?”
     
    “Because I was tipped there was going to be an intercept there. Some intercept, huh? A bit friendlier than when you and I used to run them, don’t you think?”
     
    “Who tipped you?” Copper asked as he looked at Kat.
     
    “Doesn’t matter. But I found out.”
     
    “This doesn’t prove anything. It could be nothing.”
     
    “Could be,” Leo agreed before tossing another twelve photos on the table. “These were taking in Odessa four hours later.”
     
    Copper picked them up and thumbed through them, then placed them on the table and looked through the others again. “Fuck…”
     
    “Yeah. Same truck the cartel arrived in. Then Gigolo and Carson drive that truck to Odessa, leave that truck, and bring another one back? Notice they are not wearing their colors? Yeah, I’m sure