Doin' a Dime (Souls Chapel Revenants MC #4) - Lani Lynn Vale Page 0,15
you with an in-person observation.”
Lynn stood up. “And did I check out?”
He knew that I’d look him up.
“As long as ‘Lynnwood Thatcher’ is your real name,” I said. “It was in the email that you gave me. Then again, based on the aliases that I was able to dig up using Lynnwood, chances are good that I only know half of the big picture.”
Lynn’s face flashed with a grin.
“I’m a man of many faces,” he admitted. “I’ve done a bit that I’m not proud of in my life, but ultimately, it’s all been for the greater good. I never do anything without a good reason. My moral compass is fine and working. Nothing that I do will ever blow back on y’all. I guarantee it.”
I knew that. That was why I’d done the research for him in the first place.
“Okay,” I said finally. “I’m trusting you.”
He nodded once. “After I have a chance to look through the information that you sent me, I’ll be back in touch.”
With that, he opened the door to the warden’s office and gestured toward the guard that was waiting outside, I assumed, for me.
“Thank you kindly, sir,” Lynn said to the guard. “We are through.”
The man nodded.
He was a big motherfucker and looked slightly familiar.
“You look familiar,” I admitted. “But I can’t remember why.”
“I was a professional football player,” he said. “Name’s Rome.”
He didn’t give me his last name, but he didn’t need to.
I knew as soon as he said the name ‘Rome’ who he was.
He’d played on my team, and I’d used him in a fantasy football league more times than I could count.
I grinned at him. “You won me a lot of money in my fantasy football league.”
Rome flashed a quick smile that was there and gone so fast that I had to wonder if I’d imagined it.
“Good to know,” he said as he jerked his chin at Lynn. “Have a good one.”
Lynn nodded at the two of us and disappeared down the hall out of sight, leaving me with the guard.
“You don’t happen to know anything about that guy, do you?” I asked.
I mean, I knew the man’s information online. Knew that he was an extremely wealthy guy, not married but dating a YouTube star/wildlife documentary enthusiast and had no record.
But I wasn’t one to blindly jump into situations with both feet. It’d saved my ass quite a few times over the years.
The one time that I had gone off the deep end and went out of character, I’d wound up in prison.
One that’d changed me and made me an even more cautious man.
So it wasn’t out of character that I’d ask around about him.
“I’ve met him a few times,” Rome replied. “I’m taking you to the infirmary, by the way. I was informed that you were sick.” I was beginning to argue when he continued talking. “The warden’s wife is in there today. She’s good people. You hurt her, and you die. And that’s not a threat, it’s a promise. Don’t make Lynn out to be a dumbass.”
I nodded once.
“Will do.”
CHAPTER 6
You want to know what Texas Roadhouse and I have in common? Great rolls.
-Text from Wyett to Hunt
HUNT
Two weeks later
I was standing outside the gates of the prison, staring at the long road that was spread out in front of me.
I was in the middle of Bear Bottom, Texas and looking at it with all new eyes.
When I’d first arrived in this place, I’d wondered if it was as sucky as it’d appeared through the barred, indestructible glass that I’d peered through.
It wasn’t as bad as I’d pictured, though.
It didn’t look like the kind of town that would have a prison right smack dab in the middle of it.
I pulled out my phone and sent a text.
Meet me at these coordinates. -Hunt
That’d been sent over an hour ago, and she still wasn’t there.
I’d just about decided to call her when a familiar car wound its way down the long road that led up to the prison. My wife at the wheel of it.
When she came to a stop beside the tree that I was resting under, she stared at me warily.
I was still wearing the prison clothes that I’d been issued.
Why?
Because my other shit wouldn’t fit.
I’d tried to squeeze my thighs into the pants, but they wouldn’t even come up past my hips.
I’d, apparently, gained weight since I’d entered.
Which wasn’t very surprising.
It wasn’t like I had a lot to do while I was there.