Page 9 of Warrant

“Will do.” I didn’t correct him. It was better that he assumed whatever I was doing had to do with Owen. I didn’t even know what the fuck was going on with my little obsession with the new sheriff, and I definitely didn’t want my brothers getting wind of it. They wouldn’t let me live it down. No one needed that kind of headache.

I checked Cypher’s office. His door had a glass window in it so I could see him in there. He was on the phone, and the call looked intense, so I left him to it. He’d call if he needed me for something.

As the club’s Sergeant at Arms, I always made myself available for Cypher and Scythe. In fact, my older brother, Alex, ran my ranch the majority of the time. His was just next door and he took on my cows as well. That left me able to enjoy having a ranch and animals, but my schedule open for whatever the club needed.

I worked for the club, and even though my ranch was big enough and made enough that I didn’t need to be paid, Cypher still insisted. Plus what I made on Sentry missions. Which left me with more money than I needed, and a lot of fucking down time. This also meant I had to find creative ways to spend my time and that money. Thus the bass boat I’d bought and why Demo and I had tried our hand at bass fishing. Turned out we weren’t patient enough for that shit.

Fuckers just sat out in those boats. For hours. On a damn lake. Doing nothing. Fuck no. I sold the boat two days ago, three weeks after I’d bought it.

Leaving the clubhouse, I threw a leg over my Harley, then pulled my cell from my pocket.

“What?” Glitch asked as he answered. “I’ll send you the app for the cameras. It’s secure.”

My phone buzzed in my hands. “Thanks, but actually I was hoping for another favor.”

“What kind of favor?”

“This will be fun for you. Any chance you could run a background check on someone?”

There was a pause. “Sure. This have anything to do with those cameras?”

“Maybe. And maybe I’ll tell you if you get me that information.”

“What information?”

“Anything you can find.”

“You planning to tell me who I’m looking up? Or am I supposed to guess?”

I chuckled. “You’re in a shitty mood today.”

He sighed. “Sorry. Code I’m writing isn’t- Nevermind.”

“The new sheriff.”

There was a longer pause. “Any reason you’re looking into the new sheriff? Cypher’s not going to like that.”

“Then don’t tell him,” I suggested.

“Alright. I’ll email over what I find.”

“Thanks. And Glitch?”

“Yeah?”

“Seriously, don’t tell him. Or anyone else.”

It was his turn to laugh. “Yeah. Alright. I won’t.”

Hanging up the phone, I started up my motorcycle and made my way back to the sheriff’s station.

I pulled the box out of the front pocket of my hoodie and fiddled with the cameras inside. I wasn’t satisfied until I’d checked each on the app that would allow me to monitor wherever I set them up at. Once that was done, I put the box back into the pocket and walked into the station.

Owen looked up, his expression nearly as harassed as Glitch’s had been. “Why are you here? I told you I don’t have time for lunch today.”

“Not here for you,” I told him. “I have other friends, remember?”

His eyes strayed back toward his boss’s door. “Don’t even fucking think-”