Page 14 of Finn (Dirty Misfits MC 6)
He scoffed. “About twelve of them.”
My eyes bulged. “Excuse me for my triteness, sir, but how in the world do you have twelve files on a crew like this and no arrests?”
He chuckled. “Bullshit, that’s how.”
I giggled along with him. “Sounds about right.”
“Here we go! All right,” he said as he slapped a stack of folders on top of his cluttered desk. “We’ve been tracking these guys for a while, along with their counterparts in the area. Those guys are called the Dirty Misfits.”
I kept my best poker face on. “So, two crews are wrapped up in this?”
Lundson shook his head. “We believe it’s just the Black Flags wrapped up in the sex and human trafficking syndicate that’s reared its head in our strip clubs as of late. But, we also don’t believe the Dirty Misfits are completely innocent in their own right.”
I nodded. “Okay, so keeping on track: where do you believe the Black Flags are getting their women from?”
He pushed the files toward me. “Mexico. But, we also have reason to believe that they’re trafficking underaged girls right here in the area. Snatching them right up off the sidewalks of our lower income neighborhoods.”
It made me sick to my stomach. “Have you interviewed any of the girls?”
He leaned back in his chair. “We had a group of girls come through a little while back. They came from a place called The Body Shop. Some girl named ‘Spring’ or whatever brought them in. Another girl that stripped there.”
Shit, he’s talking about Summer. “All right, what did they have to say?”
He shook his head. “Nothing about Santa Barbara, if that’s what you’re asking. But, that girl that came in with them gave us a statement of some things she overheard and saw during her tenure at the club. It’s in those files somewhere, and I’m pretty sure Santa Barbara was mentioned.”
I drew in a deep breath. “That makes sense because the girls I’ve rescued and interviewed on my end were actually in Santa Barbara at one point. So, I’m glad I came.”
“Well, if you’re looking for permissions, you’ve got it. This thing has grown so out of control that I can’t keep enough of my men on the case to make any sort of break. Those Black Flags guys are really good at killing the people we need to testify and give us statements on where to look for the evidence, so right now all we’ve got is some testimony, some girls, and a bit of hearsay with no way to back it up.”
I stood to my feet and gathered the files in my hand. “Leave it to me. I come with knowledge from my end and I’ve been working on this case for months. I won’t leave the area until I can hand something over that will help you take these guys down for good. Now, are these files I can remove from the station? Do I need to formally sign them out?”
He pointed toward his door. “Yep. Sign them out with the front desk and make sure to write down all of the file numbers. And whatever you can help us with, we’re grateful for it.”
And after leaving his office with arms full of files, I felt a sort of dread spread through my gut.
Because that conversation felt a little too easy for my taste.
Seven
Finn
The guys were blowing me up, asking me about the police station and whether or not I could get inside to do a little bit of snooping. And while I thought about responding, I decided to put my phone away. They were idiots for thinking a woman as dedicated to her job as Sloane would allow me off my leash long enough to actually walk around inside that place, so they could hold their own fucking horses until we got back.
But, the longer she was inside, the more wary I grew of the situation.
I was smart enough not to wear my leather jacket out and about with her, but I still got looks from people as they entered and exited the premises. It also frustrated me because I knew that Sloane wouldn’t be as forthcoming with information as I needed her to be in order to appease the assholes that put me on her duty in the first place.
When I saw her come out of the building, though, I sighed with relief. One, because she was all right; and two, because she had a stack of files at least half a mile high.
Which meant I had a lot of snooping to do once I could pull her away from those fucking things.
“Can you give me a hand?” she asked as she approached the car.
I grinned. “Depends. Can I take a peek?”
She rolled her eyes. “Nevermind, asshole.”
I shrugged. “Suit yourself, dickhead.”
She glared at me and I laughed out loud at the way her nose wrinkled up. Her cheeks turned red as she popped her trunk and tossed the rubberband-bound files into the back of her car. She slammed the trunk closed and slammed herself behind the steering wheel as if someone had just stolen her favorite sucker she’d been waiting all day to eat.
