Page 54 of Elling & Jackie

Chapter 20

Marcus, Rune, and Roarrode up on Elling on the interstate. As his president came abreast of him in the right lane, he looked over and caught the hand signal to pull off at the next exit. Surprised they'd caught up with him after phoning Roar less than a half hour ago, he looked ahead.

He'd followed Agent Campbell south from Portland. Perplexed on the change of route away from the Slag clubhouse.

Signaling, he turned toward the off-ramp. He motioned to the gas station ahead and lead them to the stop.

Parked at the side of the building out of earshot of any customers, he took off his helmet and shook his hair away from his head.

"We're going to lose Campbell. I don't know where he's headed," he said.

Roar toed his kickstand down and lowered his hands from the handlebars. "No worries, Campbell's going to be busy for a while."

"How so?" Elling grabbed his gloves out of his pocket that he hadn't had time to put on when he'd left the hotel.

"Brikken Motorcycle Club is taking a load of chopped bikes to Northern Cali., I suspect he's more interested in their activities at the moment." Roar's eyes lit up.

Framing another motorcycle club by going through the law was a cowardly way of paying them back. He'd never heard of Slag digging dirt on another club and siccing the Feds on them. They stole, cheated, and fought face to face.

It was a hard, ugly, and often unfair world they lived in, but they never resorted to pussifying their actions by using the Feds.

"Slag's responsible?" Even asking the question left a bitter taste in his mouth.

"Nei." Roar frowned. "Brage has a crew that was scheduled to ride past the Brikken crew on the trip to let them know we got ahold of their new schedule. We wanted to put a little fear in them. Right before you called me, Brage sent a text. He'd found the Brikken crew on the side of the road surrounded by law enforcement. They were armed and holding the members."

"Hell." He rubbed the back of his neck. "The timing sucks...they'll think it was Slag."

"Ja. They'll be out for blood until they learn the truth," said Roar.

"The only good thing to come of it is the Feds will be off our asses." Marcus leaned his forearms against the handlebars.

Roar straightened his motorcycle. "Let's get out of here and go back to the clubhouse."

He followed the others, thinking over what he'd learned. With Campbell occupied elsewhere, he'd be free to leave the hotel.

But as soon as Jacqueline found out about today's takedown on Brikken, she'd blame him. She'd blame Slag.

She was a proud woman. A loyal woman.

He'd lose any chance with her if she heard the news from her family before he could get to her.