Page 76 of Rogue's Path

“Which means there could be other bombs around the property.” My stomach sinks. We don’t know how many vipers there are among us. “Leave him alone. But watch his every move.” If I’m right, he’s going to run away as soon as he’s finished planting his present. “Bishop, I need you to discreetly go acquire us a bomb-sniffing dog. Reach out to Ethan if you need to.” That old guy has everything.

“There’s no need. Both of my dogs are certified bomb sniffing dogs.”

Any other neat tricks you have up your sleeve? I’m not sure I want to know the answer to that.

“He’s done,” Torque says. “And heading out of his room quickly.”

We have cameras all up and down the road to the compound. If he meets up with anyone nearby, that would be stupid.

The smartest thing for him to do would be to ride out as fast as possible.

“Wait, Reaper’s going in the opposite direction of his bike,” Torque says. “He grabbed a blanket off the ground and a chair.”

Reaper’s going over the fence. That means…there’s a bomb in the bike. That piece of junk was a distraction so that he could smuggle another bomb in.

“Vandal is following him with trail cameras.”

That’s good. I message Havoc to stall the funeral as long as possible. “Torque, I need you to tell Vandal to jam everything so no one can set off the bombs early.”

“Bombs?” Torque exclaims. “On it.”

I hang up and dash to my bike.

Let’s not die today.

***

“What was all of that about?” Havoc storms into his office two hours later. “I’ve never spoken for so long in my life.”

That must have driven him out of his mind. “You delayed them long enough for us to find these.” I step to the side so that he can see.

“Why are there three bombs in my office?”

“Because Reaper decided to kill all of us in our sleep. Don’t worry, Bishop disarmed them. He also said we might want to keep them, because they’re well-crafted.” How can a bomb be well-crafted and yet put together with tape? I should want to know the answer to that, but I don’t.

“WHAT?”

“While we were attending a funeral, he hid a bomb.”

“But there are three bombs on my desk. Where did the other two come from?”

“The second one was hidden in his bike.” I’ve never been as terrified and as happy to strip a bike down before. “No one would have minded losing that hunk of junk, but its placement would have set off a chain reaction, causing all the bikes to explode.” Well, sort of explode. Most of them probably would have just ignited.

“And the third one?”

That’s the fun part. “It was in the Jokers Motorcycle Club’s VP’s room.”

Havoc’s face changes as he processes all that I just said. “There could be more.”

“Yeah.” We figured that out while Bishop tried not to blow us up, removing the third bomb.

“Why didn’t you call me?”

I lift up one of the bombs and show him the burner phone that is attached to it. “Jammed all signals coming in or out, so no one could blow the place up.”

“Where are we on finding more bombs? That is the most surreal thing I think I’ve ever said.”

Tell me about it. “We’ve cleared the building. Bishop was working his way through the campsites as you arrived back. Then he’s going to walk through all the bikes.”