gonna be my old lady, and when we pull in with you on my bike behind me, they'll believe it. Even that's gonna take some practice though. We'll start tomorrow."
"Fine."
She was a cool customer. No temper, all business. That was a good sign.
"I have a couple of appointments tomorrow. Can you be ready around 3? We can go for a ride and get you some clothes."
Max looked at Jeff and he confirmed that she could shift her schedule to meet then.
"After this evening's meeting, we don't want you in the office anymore, Max," Jeff said. "We have a couple of spots -- places we've rented where you can meet with the guys who will run the undercover op, but now that you've met Moses, we can't take the chance of someone seeing you walk into a federal building."
"Makes sense," Max agreed. She looked at me. "Where do you want to meet?"
I made plans to pick her up at her apartment. Since she was new in town, there was no way that anyone would know who she was and think it was strange to see me there.
"One more thing, both of you." Jeff looked from me to her and back at me again. "The team and I have decided that it's best if the two of you cohabitate during this operation. You can stay at Moses' house or at the clubhouse, but there's no way that your old lady would be living in a fancy new apartment in a ritzy shopping district. That make sense?"
I shook my head. I should have known this fucker would throw me a curve. I didn't want anyone living with me, not at the clubhouse, and sure as shit not at my house. Max looked as happy as I was...which was not at all.
"Look, I don't think that's gonna work," I started.
Tombley shrugged. "I know it's going to be weird at first, but if you think about it, there's no other alternative. You're going to be wearing a wire to meetings in the middle of the night, and if we don't collect and store the evidence properly, then it's no good to us. One of the reasons we're putting Max in is to ensure that the rules of collecting evidence aren't broken."
Max sighed, looking for the first time like she was regretting her involvement in the case. "I'm okay with it, I guess. I'm used to my space, but as long as we can agree not to crowd one another, I'll do it."
I thought about the nights we'd have to spend at the clubhouse, and I decided not to tell Max about the double bed we'd be sharing in a building full of bikers and hookers. "Fine. Let's get it done and end this thing. I ain't used to a bunch of girly shit spread all over my house, but I guess I can suck it up."
Max laughed. "What a romantic way to move in together," she said with a wink at me.
I couldn't help but laugh too. She may or may not work out, but I had to give it to her. She had a pretty good attitude so far. When it came to the Savage Sons, attitude was a start.
Chapter 7
Max
April 2, 2013
I spent most of the morning lounging in my pajamas, drinking coffee and reading through the files on the members of the Savage Sons. Ho. Ly. Shit. They were nasty folks, every last one of them. Every member -- including the prospects -- had been in trouble with the law at least once, and one of the members had even served time in a federal prison. Drug charges, prostitution, vandalism, failure to pay child support, assault, unlawful possession of firearms...there was even a mail fraud charge against one of the old timers along with an assortment of domestic disputes. I'd spent plenty of time with criminals, but I'd never seen such a comprehensive list of offenses before.
I realized that it was time to get ready for my appointment I'd made at the salon that Tombley's guy had recommended. I looked at myself in the mirror before I left, and I hoped that they wouldn't make me look just awful. I told myself that Moses had nothing to do with my wanting to look halfway decent. I couldn't quite convince myself.
"We certainly have our work cut out for us, don't we?"
I smiled and shrugged my shoulders at the man who faced me, hands on his
"Fine."
She was a cool customer. No temper, all business. That was a good sign.
"I have a couple of appointments tomorrow. Can you be ready around 3? We can go for a ride and get you some clothes."
Max looked at Jeff and he confirmed that she could shift her schedule to meet then.
"After this evening's meeting, we don't want you in the office anymore, Max," Jeff said. "We have a couple of spots -- places we've rented where you can meet with the guys who will run the undercover op, but now that you've met Moses, we can't take the chance of someone seeing you walk into a federal building."
"Makes sense," Max agreed. She looked at me. "Where do you want to meet?"
I made plans to pick her up at her apartment. Since she was new in town, there was no way that anyone would know who she was and think it was strange to see me there.
"One more thing, both of you." Jeff looked from me to her and back at me again. "The team and I have decided that it's best if the two of you cohabitate during this operation. You can stay at Moses' house or at the clubhouse, but there's no way that your old lady would be living in a fancy new apartment in a ritzy shopping district. That make sense?"
I shook my head. I should have known this fucker would throw me a curve. I didn't want anyone living with me, not at the clubhouse, and sure as shit not at my house. Max looked as happy as I was...which was not at all.
"Look, I don't think that's gonna work," I started.
Tombley shrugged. "I know it's going to be weird at first, but if you think about it, there's no other alternative. You're going to be wearing a wire to meetings in the middle of the night, and if we don't collect and store the evidence properly, then it's no good to us. One of the reasons we're putting Max in is to ensure that the rules of collecting evidence aren't broken."
Max sighed, looking for the first time like she was regretting her involvement in the case. "I'm okay with it, I guess. I'm used to my space, but as long as we can agree not to crowd one another, I'll do it."
I thought about the nights we'd have to spend at the clubhouse, and I decided not to tell Max about the double bed we'd be sharing in a building full of bikers and hookers. "Fine. Let's get it done and end this thing. I ain't used to a bunch of girly shit spread all over my house, but I guess I can suck it up."
Max laughed. "What a romantic way to move in together," she said with a wink at me.
I couldn't help but laugh too. She may or may not work out, but I had to give it to her. She had a pretty good attitude so far. When it came to the Savage Sons, attitude was a start.
Chapter 7
Max
April 2, 2013
I spent most of the morning lounging in my pajamas, drinking coffee and reading through the files on the members of the Savage Sons. Ho. Ly. Shit. They were nasty folks, every last one of them. Every member -- including the prospects -- had been in trouble with the law at least once, and one of the members had even served time in a federal prison. Drug charges, prostitution, vandalism, failure to pay child support, assault, unlawful possession of firearms...there was even a mail fraud charge against one of the old timers along with an assortment of domestic disputes. I'd spent plenty of time with criminals, but I'd never seen such a comprehensive list of offenses before.
I realized that it was time to get ready for my appointment I'd made at the salon that Tombley's guy had recommended. I looked at myself in the mirror before I left, and I hoped that they wouldn't make me look just awful. I told myself that Moses had nothing to do with my wanting to look halfway decent. I couldn't quite convince myself.
"We certainly have our work cut out for us, don't we?"
I smiled and shrugged my shoulders at the man who faced me, hands on his
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