Parking the van about three blocks from the warehouse, the three of us stealthily move toward our target.
“Why don’t we just go in and take them?” one of the prospects asks me.
“There could be innocent people in there. I’m not one who will kill for the fun of it. This MC only takes out the evil creatures. If you have a problem with that, then you need to leave,” I snarl.
“No problem at all, boss. I ask a lot of questions.”
“I like questions. I prefer it over assuming things.” I put my hand up to get them to not ask any questions right now. “As the enforcer, I’m the one training you. Follow my directions, and hopefully, you’ll stay alive. I’m not the brightest one in the MC, that’d be Tyson, but I’m one of the strongest, so I know what I’m talking about. Trust me.” They nod. “There’s the warehouse. Now, what we’re going to do is separate, walk around the building, then meet back at the van. Look for cameras, guards, and cars in the parking lot.”
We disburse and go our own ways. As I sneak around, I pretend to be on the phone, talking to someone so I can spy on my surroundings. My sense of hearing and smell are heightened since I’m a shifter, so I can tell how many are in the room without me actually being in the building. The smells coming from the place also let me know they have their own meth lab. My eyes dart around, searching for cameras. I’m not paying attention to where I’m going when I almost knock someone down.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention,” I apologize to the man who looks like he could be a defensive player for the Chicago Bears.
“It’s okay. I wouldn’t be here for long if I were you. This is a bad neighborhood.” I smell gunpowder on him.
“I’m new to the city and didn’t realize. I like to walk the area where I live and get used to it. The old buildings are fascinating, aren’t they?” I wave my arm around to sweep the area, getting a good look at things.
“I’m not a fan of them, but keep it going now.” He puts his hand on his hips, and I’m positive he’s reaching for his gun.
“Nice talking to you, sir.” I wait for the pedestrian light to change and cross the street, still pretending to take in the old buildings as I feel his eyes following me.
Three blocks away, I head in the direction of the van. I get there, and the two prospects are leaning against it, talking.
“Hey, look alive.” I clap my hands. “What did you find out?”
“There are four cameras, one on each of the corners of the building,” Griller, the prospect, informs me.
“I think the ones outside rotate on a schedule. On top of that, I managed to get a small peek inside, and I believe there are about ten cameras inside,” Buzz comments.
“What else?” I question them.
“That’s about it.” They glance at each other.
“Can you tell what kind of drug or drugs were being made? What kind of drugs were inside?” I ask. The guys look back to each other and then to me, shrugging. I fight the urge to kick their asses. It’s frustrating to me that they’re in a motorcycle club that deals drugs, and yet, they can’t tell me what drugs are inside. “There were three. GHB, heroin, and meth. You’re going to have to learn the different smells. I will teach you. Now, we wait until nightfall.”
274
Polly Lawrence
“Where did that phone come from?” Tara asks me.
“None of your damn business. What do you want?” I snap. Tara is the niece of the owner and thinks she knows everything, even though she only started working here about a week ago.
“You were not scheduled for a break, so I’m going to have to tell Uncle Ed and Aunt Daisy about it.” I roll my eyes. “Is that attitude you’re giving to management?”
“You’re not management. I’m not sure why you think you are, but I have seniority. I’ve been here longer, but hey, Daisy is right there. You can tell her all about it.” I point to the door where Ed and Daisy just entered. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.” I stride away from her, and I hear her stomping toward Ed and Daisy.
I wait on the customers who came in while I was on the phone with Jackson. I place their orders with the kitchen staff, and I turn around to see Tara crying on her uncle’s shoulder while Daisy is standing in front of me. I sigh. “Let me hear it.”
Daisy laughs. “Tara has Ed wrapped around his finger. I know she’s full of shit. I’m supposed to come over here and talk to you about the name-calling in front of the customers.”
“Is that what she said?” Daisy nods, and I explain about the phone call and stepping outside. “We weren’t that busy when I took the call. She then told me I was giving her attitude and that she’s management.”
“She’s not, but she likes to think she’s is. Ed wants to fire you. I’m going to make sure that doesn’t happen because I’ll never find anyone as good as you. You’re working a double shift for crying out loud.”
“It’s okay, Daisy. I know Ed would never keep me over Tara. In all honesty, I don’t think both of us can work here. She does nothing and tries to take my tips. She gets the tips from the tables in her section even though I waited on them.”
“That’s not how we run things, and she knows it. Here come Ed and Tara,” Daisy says.
“Polly, do you have something to tell Tara?” Ed asks before glancing at Daisy.
I mock Tara by making a facial expression of trying to think really hard about something. “Not that I can think of.” I stare at Tara.
“See, this
