the club.”
“Quinn, come on, brother. We need to do everything we can to find Gunner.”
“What are they going to do that we can’t? Raid C’s and send everyone even remotely connected to him running for the hills? We do that and you might just be sending Gunner’s kidnappers to do something drastic.” Quinn sighed. “I get you want to do everything you can, but C and the people he deals with are not your neighborhood thugs. These are people who have deeper pockets than you can even imagine and have connections to some of the evilest people in the world.”
Another knock sounded on the door.
“Who the fuck is that?” Quinn demanded.
I didn’t have a clue. Quinn was the only person we had invited over.
Fancy moved to open the door, and Dyno called for her to sit down. He made his way to the door and pressed his face to the peephole. He looked over at us. “Looks like a cop.”
Quinn growled and leaned toward me. “Is this you? Is this your way of trapping me in a corner and getting your way?”
I shook my head. “I wouldn’t do you that way, Quinn. I’m not about to fuck things up with the Kings over a cop.”
Quinn glared at me. “I do the talking.”
“You got it. You’re the prez.” My words sounded lame, but I meant them. I didn’t go above Quinn’s head.
Dyno opened the door and Detective Kaye stood there.
She raised a hand to Dyno and looked into the apartment. “I’m Detective Kaye. I was wondering if you had some time to talk and go over a few things.” She looked around and smiled. “Don’t everyone say hi at once.”
Dyno motioned for her to come in.
She sat down on the edge of the recliner and rested her elbows on her knees.
The tension was so thick in the room it was choking the words from everyone.
“Alrighty then. I guess I should just cut straight to the point.”
“Sorry,” Quinn drawled, “you have to understand you’re dropping in without notice is alarming.”
“Is it about Gunner?” Queenie asked. “Did you find anything?”
“Sort of,” Kaye replied. “I’ve narrowed it down to five men who might possibly be Gunner’s father. I came to find out if any of them sounded familiar.” She opened the folder she had with her and pulled out a piece of paper.
“They all in the same jail?” Quinn asked.
Kaye nodded. “They’re all in Whitmore.”
Quinn nodded. “Okay.”
He was playing his cards close to his chest. I didn’t know what was going on in his mind, but I could see he was forming some type of plan.
Kaye rattled off the five names and with each one, I watched Queenie’s face. None of them gave her pause. It was as if Kaye had just read off a list of random names.
“Do you remember Duchess mentioning any of those names?” she asked Queenie.
Queenie shook her head. “No, not at all. None of them rang a bell.”
“Can I see the list?” Quinn asked.
Kaye handed him the paper. He laid the list on the table and pulled out his phone. He took a picture of the list and then tucked his phone back in his pocket. “I’ve got a friend in Whitmore. I can talk to him and see if he knows these guys.”
“Whitmore is a pretty big prison,” Kaye pointed out. “The odds of your friend knowing them isn’t good.”
“Brick isn’t just your ordinary prisoner,” Quinn drawled.
Kaye’s face paled, and she sat back.
Quinn eyed her carefully. “You’re not looking too good there, detective. What did you say your last name was?”
What the hell was going on? Why did Quinn want to know what Kaye’s last name was? “Uh, I didn’t say.”
Quinn smiled. “Wouldn’t happen to be Crew, would it?”
“Something is going on here, but I don’t know what it is,” Dyno drawled. “Did you and Kaye used to date or something?”
“You did?” Kimber shouted.
“For fuck’s sake.” Quinn reached over and slugged Dyno. “You really are fucking clueless sometimes, you know that? She used to date Brick, you nimrod.”
“Oh,” Dyno drawled, “I didn’t think you two would have dated. She’s not your type.”
Leave it to Dyno to open his mouth and speak without thinking.
“Wait,” Fancy called, “who is Brick? We know someone in prison?”
“No,” Quinn called, “Kaye and I are the only ones who know Brick. Isn’t that right, Kaye?”
Kaye shifted in her chair. “Seems like it was another life when I knew him.”
“Yeah,” Quinn drawled, “I bet it does.”
“I feel there is so much going on that we