six months, and you speak Russian." While David had told him that he didn’t believe Ray was involved in anything, Jax didn't want to discount the possibility that he might be.
Ray gazed back at him, truth in his eyes. "I never wanted to know, Jax, and no one ever wanted to clue me in. I just did my job. That's it."
"Then you should be okay, but you'll need to sit through some interviews. Your cooperation will be appreciated."
"As if I have a choice about cooperating," Ray said with annoyance. "You know, there's a lot of good people who work here, too. Now the club will have to shut down and they'll be out of jobs."
"That's unfortunate. But this club has been harboring spies and traitors, Ray, and if you want to end up on the right side of this situation, you'd be wise to tell everything you know."
"Like I said, I don't know anything. Sylvia was a closed book. And to the members, I'm just the bar manager. I'm not their peer or their confidant. Alexander was my boss; he wasn't my friend. I wasn't old school, like them. They all knew each other. Half of them grew up here. I was just hired help." Ray paused. "You have to believe me."
He actually believed Ray. From what he'd seen, Ray had stayed in his lane. "You'll be fine. Just tell the truth."
"Let's go," Beck told Ray, as he led him away.
Jax picked up his phone as it started to buzz. Caitlyn was on the line.
"I'm at Sylvia Graham's home," Caitlyn said. "She's not here, Jax. But you know what is here? Edward Coleman's car. The one that was allegedly at Julia Poplova's house the day she was killed."
The truth suddenly hit him in the face. "Edward hadn't been driving his car; Sylvia had. Which meant she was the one who killed Julia. Hell, maybe she was the one who killed Natasha." His mind raced with possibilities. Sylvia was only eighteen when Natasha died. Not that that necessarily made her innocent. But it would explain why Constantine never went after Coleman or vice versa. Maybe they didn't know who killed Natasha. Or perhaps Coleman knew Sylvia had done it and chose to protect his daughter. "We need to find Sylvia."
"I agree. I'll see if there are any other clues in her house," Caitlyn replied.
"Thanks." As that call ended, he punched in Savannah's number. She was at the office, interrogating David. "I need your help. Are you still with David?"
"We're becoming best friends," she said dryly. "He's sitting right across from me."
"Put the phone on speaker."
"You got it."
"David, we can't find your mother. She slipped out of the club as soon as we got there, but her car is still in the lot. Would she be hiding somewhere?"
"She probably took the club car or my grandfather's car."
"What's the make and model of the club car? Do you know the license plate?"
"Yes."
As David rattled off that information, Jax jotted it down in his phone, then asked again, "Where would your mother go? She's not at her house. Does she have a second home somewhere?"
"She has a condo in Hawaii. She could be anywhere. She has a ton of money stashed away."
"Try harder, David."
"Dude, I've given you a lot."
"Where would your mother go if she thought she was going to go down for all the crimes she has committed?"
"You're asking the wrong question," David said.
"Then tell me what question to ask."
"What would she do if she thought she'd been betrayed? She's extremely vengeful. Anyone who crosses her pays a price. My father left her and literally fell off the face of the earth. You might want to look into that sometime." He paused. "Hell, she's probably coming after me. She must know by now I turned her in. She's going to kill me."
"Relax. She won't be able to get to you." His mind spun once more. While David had brought his mother down, she didn't know that yet. She might think that the raid was tied to Natasha's murder, to Julia's murder. And the person who had instigated all of that was Maya. His heart began to pound. "I gotta go."
He hung up and called Maya. It went to voice mail. "Call me, Maya. It's urgent. Sylvia has disappeared. She might be coming after you." He ended the call and then got back on the phone, this time checking in with the team admin, Eric Connors. Eric had set up the security for Maya's