Not much filled him with dread, but knowing who was on the other end of that phone managed to sour his stomach. On the fourth ring, he picked it up. “Yeah?” “You had one fucking job to do and you still fucked it up,” the man on the other end growled at him. “After all I’ve done for you and your club, this is how you repay my help?” “That’s not it,” Gray Dog insisted. “The kid leaned in front of her. It was a fluke.” “That fluke has put the bitch behind the Wolves’ compound. If you know how to reach her, I’m all ears.” “I’ve got a plan forming. Just bear with me and you’ll have her soon.” “Oh, I no longer want just her, Lester,” the man sneered. “I want you to correct your other two mistakes.” “Other two? What do you mean?” “Merrie Walden and Allison Evening. I want lose ends tied up.” “No one has tied those women to you,” Gray Dog stressed. “If you start fucking with them, I’m the first suspect. Halloran comes knocking on my door.”
