the help of Daniel Bragin, Dustin Paul, Wallace Jagger, and Edward Coleman. They were the original group of investors."
"Interesting. I've met all of them except Coleman."
"He just went into the back room with Dustin."
"Oh, the tall, gray-haired man."
"Yes. Tread carefully around him. His daughter is your boss."
"Are you talking about Sylvia Graham?" he asked in surprise.
"Yes. Her maiden name was Coleman. I'll see you in a few."
Excitement ran through him at the new information he'd just gotten. He'd wondered about Sylvia's possessive manner toward the club. It made sense that she would have more of a feeling of ownership if her father was one of the original investors. He needed to find out everything he could about those five men. His team had good files going on Constantine and Wallace, but not the others. But first he had to serve drinks.
The rest of his shift was uneventful. Finally, it came to an end. Before he left, he wanted to get a better look at the storage building where David had taken Jagger's car earlier.
The employee lot was just beyond the club parking and on his way, he had to pass by the garage/utility building. He couldn't tell if there were any lights on inside the structure; the few windows were covered by thick blinds. He tried the side door again, prepared to pick the lock, but this time it opened. He slipped inside, using the flashlight on his phone to illuminate the area, which appeared to be a storage area. There were folding chairs stacked against the wall, boxes labeled decorations and shelves filled with cleaning materials. There was another open door in front of him, and beyond that he could see light. He could also hear voices.
His pulse sped up, but the voices didn't deter him from moving forward. In fact, they acted as an impetus. He'd spent way too much time mixing drinks. Now, he might finally have a chance to get some real information.
As he moved through the second door, he used the stack of boxes outside the door for cover. He could see two golf carts parked on the back wall of the garage, long tables covered with boards and tools and other building materials. He could also see a black Corvette. Eddie Bozic and David Graham were standing next to the open door on the driver's side of the car.
"You're a fool, David," Eddie said, fury in his voice. "Why would you blackmail Jagger?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," David said in surprise. "And what are you doing in here anyway? I thought we weren't supposed to be in contact with each other."
"I came to make sure you weren't leaving any other surprises in this car."
Jax took out his phone and snapped a photo of the license plate. He needed to know who owned the car.
"I have to get back to work," David said. "You want me to take the car to the lot or not?"
Bozic moved closer to David, his posture menacing. "You do not want to fuck with me, David. I don't allow side games. You do what you're told and nothing more. Or you'll end up like your friend, Yuri. Do we understand each other?"
"I didn't do anything. I don't know who told you I did, but they're setting me up," David whined.
"I don't believe you. Now, get this vehicle back to the valet lot."
David opened the door and slid behind the wheel. He opened the garage door and backed out. Jax started as Bozic moved in his direction, sliding deeper into the shadows.
Bozic paused, as if he'd heard something, and then he moved through the doorway and out the side door.
Jax didn't move for another minute, but when everything was quiet, he left his hiding spot and walked into the garage. The lights had gone off inside, so he used his phone once more to illuminate the surroundings, looking for any other clues. Aside from the fact that certain vehicles were brought in here by the valet and taken out moments later, there was nothing to indicate exactly what was going on.
What was David supposed to be doing with the vehicles? Was he planting some kind of spying equipment inside? Or were the vehicles being used to smuggle information between parties, using the valet and this garage as the distribution point?
He hadn't seen Bozic carrying anything and David's hands had been empty, but it was also possible that something had been planted in the car and not retrieved. He'd really