Page 3 of Warrant (The Berserker’s Rage MC: Wyoming Chapter #1)

Warrant

“ Y o! Glitch, you in here?” I stuck my head around a corner and found my target.

Glitch was head down over his keyboard, hammering away at it. Bastard was a whiz with anything technology based. Not that he couldn’t kick some ass when he needed to. Never met a geek with muscles before him, but that was Glitch.

“Glitch,” I said again once I was standing right behind him.

He turned his head and blinked at me like an owl. He hadn’t heard me before, too wrapped up in whatever he was doing.

“You busy?”

“Always,” he said, but he pushed his chair away from the desk he was sitting at. He stretched, like he’d been sitting there, hunched, for too long. He probably had. I wasn’t sure how he managed to sit in one spot, so still, for indeterminable amounts of time. I’d end up climbing the walls.

“Why does Cypher keep you locked up in the damn basement?” I asked, looking around at all the shelving units that were full of shit we used on missions. Technically, this was our armory area too. Our guns were locked behind the door to Glitch’s left.

“I asked to be down here. It keeps-” he narrowed his eyes on me. “This is why you interrupted my work?”

My brows shot up. “Do we have a mission?” I asked.

“No. It’s personal.”

“Right.” I didn’t bother to ask. Glitch wouldn’t tell me. The guy could be hacking the Pentagon right now for all I knew, or cared. “I need some security cameras.”

“Go to Walmart.”

“No,” I said, biting back a grin at his irritated stare. “I need our kind of security cameras.”

“What for?”

“Got my own mission,” I told him.

“How many?”

“How many do we have?”

“Hundreds,” he said. His tone was so even-keeled I knew he wasn’t exaggerating. Plus, I knew how Cypher was about his toys. If they existed, our president wanted to own them.

“Well, not that many.” I cocked my head as I thought about it. “Twenty-five ought to do it.”

He stood up and walked over to a shelving unit, picked up a box, then brought it back to his desk. He flicked open the lid and there were about forty small, black cameras inside the little foam packaging.

“Damn those are small,” I said, picking one up and examining it.

“They usually need to be inconspicuous.” He watched me handle the camera before he frowned. “Do you even know how to use these?”

I chuckled. “Yeah, I can manage.”

“You know Cypher’s going to make you bring these back,” he warned.

“Why’s that?”

“Because he doesn’t want us using all the fancy shit he buys for the company for our own stuff.”

“That’s because we break everything,” I pointed out.

Glitch eyed me. “I’m well aware of that. I remember the last time I let you borrow my fish sonar. Now I have to sit around on the lake wondering if there are any fish below me.”

“Get over it.” The new sonar had been marked shipped as of this morning.

It hadn’t been my damn fault when the last one had been knocked overboard.

That was Demolition’s fault. He was the one who’d bumped into the damn thing and sent it overboard to a watery grave.

But I’d asked to borrow it, so in Glitch’s mind, it was my responsibility.

Me and that word didn’t exactly go hand in hand.

“I’m going to have to write down in the check out log that you took these cameras,” he says, ignoring me.

“That’s fine.”

“And he’s going to see them checked out and make you return them.”

“Cypher is damn busy running this firm and the club,” I said. “He doesn’t do inventory. He off-loaded that to Scythe.”

“Okay, then Scythe is going to see them and make you bring them back.”

“You know what Scythe hates more than almost anything in the world?”

“Inventory,” we said in unison, though there was a question on the word as Glitch said it.

“He put you in charge of inventory…didn’t he?” he asked with a heavy sigh.

Grinning at Glitch, I grabbed the box then walked out the door.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good-ish care of them!

” I could’ve found them without him, but it would’ve required I go through the checklist. I didn’t know what half the techie shit was that we had on our shelves.

I just looked at the list, and marked off that however many boxes the shit was in were still sitting there. It’d been quicker to have Glitch help.

Shoving the box into the front pocket of my hoodie, I did a quick walkthrough of our clubhouse/base of operations for the firm to make sure no one needed me.

I stuck my head into Scythe’s office, waiting until he looked up.

Our VP was a grumpy fucker on the best of days, so I wasn’t surprised when he glared at me.

“The fuck you want?”

“Just checking to see if anything’s come up.”

“Naw. It’s been quiet. Too quiet,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I’ve got a job I’m going to be busy with for a few hours.”

He frowned. “What job?”

“Just helping out a friend.”

He nodded, then focused back on whatever paperwork Cypher had him working on. “Tell Owen I said hey.”

“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-”

“Later,” I said, not sticking around to listen to his warning.

As soon as her eyes settled on me, any doubt I might have had about what I was doing drifted away. Fuck, she was beautiful.

She watched me from behind her desk as I moved across the room and started on the lock at the very end of the cabinet.

This thing really was a fucking beast. If she was ever going to get rid of it, I knew Cypher would practically cream himself to get his hands on it.

The thing was also like a fortress. The locks on it weren’t the usual flimsy locks these cabinets had. They were custom.

Pulling my lock picks from the inside pocket of my cut, I selected the tools I’d need and got to work. It only took a minute or two before the first lock snicked open.

The silence in the room changed. I wasn’t sure how to describe it, but it had me looking over at the sheriff. Dammit I needed to figure out her name. She was frowning at me.

“What’s wrong…Andrea?”

She snorted and shook her head. Then her frown deepened. “Why did you need to leave if those locks were going to be so easy for you to open?”

She had a point. And I couldn’t exactly tell her why I’d left.

Something told me she wasn’t going to appreciate the cameras I was installing in her office every time her eyes moved off of me.

“Had to get my tools.” I shook the picks in my hand for emphasis.

It was a lie. I always kept those in the inner pocket of my cut. But she didn’t need to know that.

“You’re not breaking into places you shouldn’t be with those, right?”

“Course not,” I said, the answer coming smoothly as I went on to the next lock. “Just helping out the people of Sentinel when Gerry’s taking too long to get back a hold of them.”

She opened her mouth, like she was going to argue with me, but her phone on the desk rang.

As soon as her attention turned to the call, I placed the little camera on a potted plant, just under the leaves. It would be hard for anyone else to see, but the leafy vegetation wouldn’t obstruct my view.

I got the next four locks opened and the next two cameras planted, including at the very top of her coat rack in the corner so I had a perfect view of her desk, before she managed to get the person off the phone.

“What are you doing?” she asked, watching as I stepped this way and that, checking my phone to make sure I had every angle covered.

“Oh, nothing,” I said. “Locks are opened.” I motioned toward the cabinet, and I didn’t miss the flash of predatory interest there in her eyes. I’d be a fucking liar if I didn’t admit that my dick got hard when I saw that look. Maybe one day soon she’d be looking at me that way.

When she glanced at the filing cabinet with barely contained excitement, I shifted my dick behind my jeans. Fucking zipper was digging into it. Dropping my hand when she focused on me again, I grinned. “I’ll be back tomorrow with the new locks.”

“Okay,” she said, and she was all but vibrating with the need to go through whatever was in that cabinet.

I didn’t care what was in there. I had other things to do. Like go through the information Glitch had sent my way. Glancing down at my phone, I grinned. “I’ll see you tomorrow…Ainsley.”

Her eyes widened, mouth dropping open in shock.

Winking at her, I left her office, tossing a nod in Owen’s direction as I went out to my bike.

Starting it up, I whistled a tune as I drove over to a house that was in downtown Sentinel.

It was small, but well maintained. There was a little backyard that would drive me insane.

I was too used to the rolling plains of my family’s places for a tiny clump of dirt to be my only yard.

I scrolled through the report Glitch had sent my way.

No pets. Good. A dog wasn’t going to bite my nuts off for invading his owner’s space while she wasn’t here.

Her uncle is a cop. Interesting. Parents run the local newspaper press back home.

Dying business. That had to be hard on them. She had a sister who was in Gillard.

As much as I wanted to keep learning about my sheriff, I needed to get this done and get out of here before someone realized I was sitting in front of Ainsley’s new house. Everyone knew everyone in Sentinel, and I didn’t need questions right now.

Approaching the door, I looked around as I took my lock picks out and opened up her front door. Whistling that same tune, I shut the door behind me and got to work.