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“Know anything about it or why someone would want to murder him?”

“The cops think some bitch did it. She worked at the hotel. That’s all I know. However, I know Perry, or at least, I know of him. He’s a bastard with ties to the Bratva.”

“Do you think they might have killed Perry?” I ask.

“Maybe. But Perry was one of theirs. Why? What’s your interest in all this?”

“The woman the cops are looking at for the murder is under our protection.”

I frown at Puma, not liking that he told Havoc about Brigit. But then, Brigit is here in Vegas and once I find her, I’m not letting her go.

“Then what the fuck was she doing living in Boston?”

I share a glance with Puma before confessing. “I stashed her there six years ago.”

“And you didn’t think to do me the courtesy of telling me? What the fuck? Didn’t know you and your men were so disrespectful, Puma.”

“Not his doing,” I defend my President. “Puma wasn’t President back then. I made the call.”

“Fuck, that’s right, Squiggy was the President. That motherfucker.”

“He was. He was also the reason I hid her in Boston. I knew he’d never look for her there. Maybe I should have told you, but her dad didn’t want anyone from the club involved.”

“Who’s her dad?”

“Preacher.”

“Why the fuck would Preacher not want us to know about his daughter? He was just here with the rest of the Nomads. He never mentioned having a daughter in town.”

“Not the same Preacher. This guy rode with Squiggy. Went to jail six years ago. He asked me to protect his daughter because Squiggy showed an interest. He asked me to find her a safe place, and I chose Boston.”

“Doesn’t explain the disrespect. Should have told me.”

“Couldn’t take the chance. Figured she’d be safer if no other bikers knew where she was. Meant no disrespect, but she was my responsibility. Squiggy wanted her. You know what things were like back then. We didn’t know who to trust.”

“Yeah. Guys like Dale and Squiggy really screwed us up,” Havoc admits with a sigh. “Almost lost the brotherhood because of those bastards.”

“Need you to keep your ear to the ground,” Puma says. “See if you can find out who killed Perry. Might be our girl ran here because she saw something she shouldn’t have.”

“That would make sense,” Havoc agrees. “I’ll let you know what I find out.”

“Fuck, I screwed up,” I tell Puma. “Should have told him. I’d be pissed if the roles were reversed.”

“I’ll invite him out to stay at the hotel on the club. Don’t sweat it. Havoc isn’t stupid, and he knows what Squiggy and Dale were like. Those assholes had spies in all the clubhouses. Another reason Dante asked Preacher, Stone, and Eagle to go nomad and help clean up the mess Dale made. You had to protect Brigit. That’s what you did.”

Puma’s phone rings, so I stand up to leave.

“Hold on, it’s Trouble.”

Since Trouble and his club are covering the casino this week, I sit back down. The conversation is mostly one-sided, with Trouble doing most of the talking.

“You think so? Damn. No, I’ll let it play out. Should be interesting. What room? Okay, thanks, man. Later.”

Puma hangs up the phone and gives me a huge grin. “Trouble found your girl. She’s at 1%, staying in Suite 1202 as a guest of Alisa’s.”

“Is she hurt?” I ask, stunned that the hotel staff would place her under club protection. Puma established a way for the hotel staff to hide abused women seeking refuge from abusive men. He gave it the code word ‘Guest of Alisa’s.’ He named it after his Old Lady, Alisa, who came to us for protection from a stalker who murdered her husband. Or, more accurately, had him murdered. The son of a cartel head rarely does his own dirty work.

“He said nothing about her being hurt, but the cab driver brought her in. He told Trouble that she seemed like she was on the run and scared. The cabbie told Trouble that he brought her here first.”