Too bad “Fonda” hadn’t left me more time for morning sex.
The middle-of-the-night sex last night was as hot, slow and passionate as I’d fantasized about it being, and my dick was already liking the idea of a repeat. But I shut that down. I really didn’t have time, even for a quickie, and anyway, if I kept fucking Summer around the clock like this, she was gonna get sore and start telling me to fuck off.
I read the text again. It had to be from Piper Grayson.
I texted him back.
Me: See you there.
Then I called Naveen. After we’d returned home from Hope, during a brief break in the sexfest, I’d asked him to look into Summer’s brother for me, see if there was anything there we needed to be aware of. If he had a record, any issues with the police, drug history, gang activity.
Known affiliation with any motorcycle clubs.
I’d told him about the Bloody Bastard I’d met at Justice’s party, but I wasn’t sure if there was gonna be anything of use there; if it was a coincidence that a biker had showed up at Summer’s brother’s party or what.
So far, we knew Justice had no criminal record. But I’d asked Naveen to go pretty deep on the rest, so I knew it would take a while.
“Morning update?” I asked, as soon as he picked up.
“Nothing to report. Sorry, brother.” Even Naveen was beyond giving me static for skipping the niceties at this point. He knew I was getting impatient with this whole situation.
Endless sex with Summer was an incredible diversion, but the reality was we still had a problem.
Blair Sanchuk was still missing.
Naveen had checked in with our contacts at VPD, but the police weren’t searching for him. No one had officially reported him missing yet.
Which meant one of two things.
One, he had no one in his life close enough to him to notice or care that he’d gone missing.
Or two, he wasn’t really missing. We just didn’t know where the fuck he was.
It was getting frustrating as shit.
Not only that, but I was getting pissed about running up Brody’s tab on this. Especially when we had zero results.
“Call in every favor you’ve got,” I told Naveen. “Whatever it takes. We need to find this guy.”
“I’m on it.”
I told him the where and when of my meeting this morning with the mysterious “Fonda,” presumably some kind of half-clever code name from the West Coast Kings’ VP.
“If I don’t check back in with you in a couple of hours, I’m in an unmarked grave out behind the Kings’ clubhouse.”
“Not funny.”
“I’m losing my sense of humor here.”
“Did you ever have one?”
“Ha ha. Talk later.”
I hung up and went to make coffee. Then I made Summer a quick breakfast in bed—a bowl of granola, since it was all I had time for—and took it up to her. She was just waking up. I knew she had a chill day planned, yoga with Carissa and then some work in her studio. Then the gig tonight.
Hopefully we’d have time to at least fit in a quickie between studio time and her show.
Yeah, we’d officially become a “we” in my mind.
No one knew that yet, though. I wasn’t even sure if she knew it.
Andre had his theories, but he could shove those right up his ass. Until I knew Summer wasn’t in danger from some loose cannon meth dealer who was out there who-the-fuck-knew-where, I wasn’t relaxing my professional lines.
Other than the ones that let me sleep next to her every night, fuck her on a regular basis, and bring her breakfast in bed.
We’d gotten really loose on those.
“Where’re you going?” she asked me as she wriggled her way to sitting. She accepted the tray table I put across her with a delighted smile.
“Just have a quick meeting,” I told her.
“Hmm. Anything I want to know about?”
“Probably not.”
She gave me a look. “We’ll examine that later.”
Not if I have anything to say about it.
“I’ll be back in a while. Andre will be downstairs while I’m gone.”
“Okay, babe.”
I kissed her goodbye. She gave me another sexy smile as I tore myself away and headed out.
I jogged downstairs and waited for Andre out in the driveway, drinking my coffee and buzzing with mounting adrenaline. Meeting with Piper Grayson was not something I wanted to do without being totally alert and on guard.
When Andre pulled in, I let him know Summer’s schedule for the day, just in case this took longer than expected. Then I got on my bike and rode out to the Poco Tap & Grill. It was right in Port Coquitlam, just off the Number 7 highway, amid strip malls and other restaurants. It was Saturday and the place wasn’t open until happy hour, so the parking lot was empty.
I was gonna assume, if the Kings had chosen it as a meeting place, they were used to doing business here of some kind.
I parked at the curb just inside the parking lot, facing the restaurant, and waited.
Just a few minutes after I arrived, two men on motorcycles pulled in. I heard them coming before I saw them. It was definitely Piper, with his club brother, Blazer, in tow. They roared into the lot and parked on either side of my bike, backing in.
When they got off, Blazer made slow work of checking out my ride.
Piper walked over to me. “Looking good, Sterling. You been working out?”
“Feel like I’ve put in a few miles lately, chasing this goddamn ghost.” I threw Blazer a look. He’d settled against my bike, resting his ass on my seat.
He crossed his arms and looked me up and down.
“He’s always had a soft spot for Indians,” Piper said, referring to my bike.
I doubted that. Both Piper and Blazer rode Harleys.
“I’m honored you guys wanted to hang,” I said dryly. “You looking to patch me into your club now?”
“Didn’t know you wanted in,” Piper said.
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