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Wolf opened his eyes, a moan escaping his mouth. He gave the man giving him the blowjob an approving, cocky smile, then winked before looking back up at Ze. “He’s outside washing all of the bikes.”

“Thanks,” Ze said, then made his way outside to the side of their building where all of the bikes were. He could hear the water flowing as Snoopy washed the club members’ babies.

Their clubhouse was located on the south side of Chicago in the Hyde Park neighborhood. Plenty of amenities and everyone knew who they were. There were six apartments above the clubhouse where members lived because the whole building was owned by Wolf. He was one of the more successful members of the club, owning several properties, a bar, and a rib joint. Ze and Zindel lived in one of the apartments, which made it very convenient.

Wolf also had an apartment at the clubhouse as well as his own home located a few miles away where the mini mansions were. That was what Ze and some of the brothers called the expensive homes.

Ze rounded the corner and saw Snoopy crouched by Romeo’s bike, cleaning the spokes. “Hey, I need you to look up something for me.”

Snoopy turned around and looked at the club member who’d addressed him. His brown eyes settled on Ze, whom he had a major crush on. He rose and smiled. “Hi, Ze,” he said and brushed his long, sandy brown bangs from his eyes.

“Hey, yeah, sorry about that,” Ze said. “I just need you to find out some pertinent information for me, and the sooner the better.”

He tried to remain calm, but he was excited thinking about the hunt he was about to go on. The sooner he could get the information Jimmy wanted, the faster he could take care of business. He looked at the young, lanky man, who was a year younger than his little brother at nineteen. He was wearing his prospect cut, blue jeans, boots, and a black t-shirt, pretty much dressing the part of a biker already. He’d been a prospect for ten months already and only had two more to go before they made their decision. But he was pretty much a shoo-in. For one thing, the club could always use a hacker with his level of skills. For another, he just really embraced the lifestyle.

“What is it that you want me to look up?” Snoopy asked.

“I need to know a few things. Where Senator Ted Kelly will be going, I need his itinerary. I also want to know about his shady past. Get me the details of buildings within a two-mile radius of the area where his next two public appearances will be. I also need information both general and financial that you can get on Mr. and Mrs. Douglass and Linda Haysworth. They have a daughter named Amanda,” Ze said.

Snoopy nodded. “Okay, when do you need it?”

Ze checked out the row of bikes that were lined up. “How many more do you have to do?”

“Two more. Yours and Wolf’s.”

“Don’t worry about mine, but get Wolf’s done, then that’s the next thing I need you to do,” Ze said.

“Okay, as soon as I finish with Wolf’s bike, I’ll take care of it,” Snoopy said.

“Thanks.” Ze turned and walked into the building through the other entrance, the one that led to the apartments upstairs. He entered the one he shared with his brother on the second floor of the three-story building. The first story was their clubhouse. He had the place all to himself, so he walked over to his secret compartment behind his closet where he kept his arsenal. Sliding clothes out of the way, he removed the hat from a lever that looked like a hook, then pulled on it. The wall opened, revealing his pride and joy.

The light illuminated the guns, knives, and other weapons on display. As soon as he had the information he needed, he was going to hit the road. He grabbed a backpack for his clothes and a suitcase for his weapons, which he began packing first. In addition to his Glock 17 and Smith and Wesson M&P, he picked the McMillan TAC-50 sniper rifle, one of his long-range favorites, as it was powerful enough to get the job done. He also grabbed a set of knives, smoke grenades, and a tranquilizer gun with darts just in case things became difficult.

Once those essentials were packed up, he began packing his clothes and other necessities. It didn’t take him long to finish that task. Next, he entered the kitchen to prepare dinner. He wasn’t the world’s best cook, or even a halfway decent one, but he knew how to cook some things that made a good meal. One of his specialties was fried chicken. He loved to eat it, so he made it his business to cook it just the way he liked it. He made that with French fries and soda.

There was a knock on his door that interrupted his plans to relax in front of the television to eat. Ze sat his plate down on the small dining room table that held four, and walked over to the front door, opening it.

“Got the info you wanted,” Snoopy said, grinning as he held some papers in his hand.

“Damn, that was fast,” Ze commented as he stepped to the side to let the man in.

“Wolf’s bike wasn’t that dirty and the information you wanted me to look up didn’t take any time at all,” Snoopy said as he looked around. It wasn’t the first time he’d been inside Ze and Zindel’s home. He and Zindel hung out from time to time and played video games. But it was the first time he’d been in the apartment and alone with Ze. The man made his dreams wet and he wondered if Ze would ever notice him. Maybe he’d have to be a fully patched member first. That was his goal, after all. He turned toward the kitchen area and spotted the deliciousness on the counter and his stomach rumbled as the smell of fried bird wafted up his nostrils.

Ze laughed. “Let me guess, you’re hungry?”

“I wasn’t going to say anything, but yeah,” Snoopy said with a boyish smile.

Ze gave him a nod, then walked over to the kitchen area and began making the young man a plate. There was still plenty for Zindel when he got home later that night. He handed Snoopy the plate, then gestured for the sofa, because that was where he was headed. He grabbed his own plate from the table and made it to his destination.

“So, what do you have for me?” Ze asked, then picked up one of the five wings on his plate, split it in two, and took a bite out of the flat section.

Snoopy sat down and handed Ze the papers he’d printed up, then began eating the food, because he was starving. It was his first real meal of the day. The cereal he’d eaten hours ago was no substitute.

Ze wiped his hands on a paper towel and grabbed the papers, then looked them over. Oh yeah, this was everything that he wanted and needed to know. Amanda Haysworth’s body had been discovered in the Dan Ryan woods, burnt beyond recognition. The medical report was able to identify her using dental records, as she was wearing braces at the time of her death. Senator Kelly answered questions about her disappearance but claimed he knew nothing. Gave the typical response of thoughts and prayers and that she would be missed. So far, it seemed like what the Haysworths had said was true. They didn’t have proof, just their instinct, and that was what Ze trusted in as well. His own instincts, and they were telling him that the man was guilty.

He continued to eat and no longer cared about getting grease on the papers as he looked them over. Senator Kelly did have a history of silencing women who dared to come forward about his physical and sexual abuse. Either by paying them off or suing them for defamation of his character. His lawyers drug out some lawsuits to the point the legal bills alone drowned his victims and they retreated, their voices ignored. How a man with that much dirty laundry in his closet got to be elected into the US government was a shock to Ze.

“Damn, and people call us criminals,” he mused as he read the documents. “So, this is his itinerary?”