Page 13 of Rattler’s Revelation (Demon Dawgs MC: Las Vegas #6)

We leave the manager gathering security feed for the requested timeframe.

His distress at learning the girls might have fallen victim to foul play has him ready to give us anything we want.

He also promised to find the note. I’m sure the kidnappers left it, and I hope it gives us information we can use.

I’m especially interested in the account information.

But, not because I think it will provide us with new information.

I’m reasonably sure it will match the account belonging to the Keepers.

“Why don’t we split up and each take an apartment on this floor?” Randy suggests after we exit the elevator on the third floor. “It’s the middle of the day, so we might not find anyone home. Although we could get lucky.”

The apartment building features a main wing at the rear, with two smaller wings extending toward the street. Bianca moves to the right toward the wing where Darcie and Emily lived, but I call out before she turns the corner.

“Stay safe. If you need us, call out. Don’t go into any of the apartments,” I tell her.

She rolls her eyes at me, but nods before disappearing. I glance at Randy. “Maybe one of us should go with her.”

“I’ll start at that end and keep my ears open. She’ll be okay. She’s strong.”

His words don’t make me feel better, but I hurry down the hallway and pound on the first door.

The sooner we finish, the sooner I can verify she’s safe.

I know I’m being ridiculous, but I can’t shake the feeling that I could lose her at any minute.

I don’t get a response at any door on my wing, so I move to the larger wing Randy is covering.

He’s making good progress, so I assume he’s having the same rotten luck that I’m having.

“Guys!” Bianca calls out. Randy and I hustle to reach her.

We find her near the end of the hallway, talking with a woman close to our age.

The woman has her blonde hair tied up in a ponytail, and she’s not wearing any makeup.

She’s attractive, but not nearly as gorgeous as Bianca.

I see her eyes widen when she spots Randy and me.

“Randy, Rattler, this is Stephanie,” Bianca introduces us. Stephanie runs her hand over her hair before tugging down the tank top so far her breasts almost pop out. I smirk as her eyes study Randy and me as if we’re both desserts and she’s trying to make up her mind as to which she wants to sample.

“Stephanie said she saw the men moving Bianca and Darcie’s things,” Bianca says.

“Really? When was this? What did you see?” Randy asks.

“I can’t remember the exact day, but it was about two weeks ago.

I saw a man coming out of their apartment carrying a box.

He left the door open, so I peeked inside and saw another man boxing up their things.

I asked him what they were doing, and he said they were helping their friends move to new apartments. ”

“Did they say where they were moving to?” Bianca asks.

“No. I asked, especially because he implied they were moving to separate apartments. I pointed out that he was mixing up their stuff. That’s when he changed his story and said that they were moving to the same apartment, but across town.”

“What did they look like?” I ask.

She looks me up and down, then asks, “Is that a joke?”

Randy and I look at each other in confusion. It’s Bianca who figures it out. “Did one look like him? Only with blue eyes instead of green?”

Stephanie studies my face and nods. “Yeah. His eyes were blue, but other than that, he could have been your twin.”

So, Walt had helped cover up the disappearances. That doesn’t surprise me. Pulling out my phone, I send a text to Chill with what we’ve learned. The more information Chill has, the better she can interrogate Walt.

“Where next?’ I ask Bianca.

“Why don’t you guys come in here?” Stephanie asks. “We could have ourselves a party. I have some vodka and OJ. I’ve always wanted to party with a Demon Dawg.” She focuses her predatory eyes on me.

“Sorry, Stephanie, but they’re both taken,” Bianca says as she slides her right arm through Randy’s and her left through mine. I glance down at her as she leads us to the stairwell.

“Don’t like to share?” Randy asks Bianca.

“I don’t mind sharing as long as it’s with the right person,” Bianca answers primly. “She was not the right person.”

“Agreed,” I say, shuddering as I recall the way Stephanie drooled over the idea of capturing a Demon Dawg for herself.

Once we’re downstairs, Randy makes a detour to the manager’s office to grab the security feed and the note. When he joins us, he hands me the note, which is inside an evidence bag. As I suspected, the banking information matches what we found when reviewing the payroll files of the missing women.

“We can run the banking information and see who owns the account,” Randy suggests.

“We know who owns the account,” I tell him. “It’s the same account we found when we researched the records of the missing women at 1%. The Keepers of the Third Reich own that account. They’re a white supremacist group run by my uncle.”

Randy stops walking. I turn to look at him to find him glaring at me. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell Rafe? Does he know about these bastards? What the fuck do you think you’re doing, keeping this from the cops? We’re supposed to be on the same side.”

I stare at him in surprise as Bianca steps between us. “You guys are on the same side. You shouldn’t be fighting. Randy, you don’t know for sure that Rafe doesn’t already know about this. Right?”

When Randy turns his glare to Bianca, I reach out and pull her behind me. “Don’t take your anger out on her,” I warn.

Randy runs his hand over his face. “I wasn’t going to yell at her. I don’t understand why you kept this information secret.”

“Look, we just discovered what was going on twenty-four hours ago. We’re still figuring out how they infiltrated 1% and the extent of the damage they’ve done.

I don’t know why you didn’t know about the account.

The only reason I know is that I was with Brigit when she discovered the information while reviewing the employment records.

Chill and Viper were both there. They told Wildcard and Trouble.

I assumed they provided the information to Rafe since they brought him in about the missing women. ”

“Well, no one told me,” Randy growls.

“Then maybe you should contact Rafe and ask him,” I suggest.

Randy glares at me for several more minutes before striding to his car.

Bianca and I follow behind. I’m considering calling the clubhouse to get a prospect to come pick us up when Randy opens the back door for Bianca.

Bianca looks at me, jumping when Randy barks for her to get in.

She slides in quickly. When Randy slams the door shut, I push him against the car.

“Don’t take your shit out on her. If Rafe didn’t tell you everything, then that’s between you two.” Randy tries to push me away, but I’m stronger. “Apologize to her. She’s been through enough and doesn’t need your self-pitying crap.”

He glares at me for another moment before sagging in defeat.

I release him and step back. Before I turn to the passenger seat, Randy grips my shoulder.

I bunch my fists in anticipation of a fight, but he squeezes my shoulder and offers a wan smile.

“I’m sorry. You’re right. I’ll apologize to Bianca.

I wasn’t mad at her or you. I’ll explain in the car. ”

Once we’re inside, Randy turns to face Bianca. “I’m sorry for yelling at you. I didn’t mean it.”

“You were upset,” Bianca says, patting his shoulder.

“I was upset, but that was no reason to take it out on you. On either of you.”

“Tell us why you got so upset,” I prod him.

Randy sighs. “Why don’t we grab some lunch and find a park to eat in? I need the open air to get through what I have to tell you. I won’t be able to breathe if we stay in the car.”

“That sounds like a good idea,” Bianca says. “There’s a Subway down the street, and there’s a small park across the road.”

Randy drives us to the restaurant where we order our food.

All three of us are quiet. What Randy is about to tell us is bad.

The few times we’ve met, Randy has been steady and in control of himself and the situation.

His hand shakes as he pays for our food, and twice Bianca and I had to prod him to respond to the person making our sandwiches.

With food in hand, we jog across the street to the small neighborhood park.

We follow Randy to a picnic table and benches set away from the playground and walking path.

Once we’re seated, we lay out the food and wait for Randy to talk.