ex-husband is Steve Treager. His road name is Zeus.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
A stunned expression twisted Gunner’s face before his hand slapped down on the table. “Son of a bitch.”
“There’s more.”
Scrubbing a hand down his face, Gunner stood, pacing to the window. Several of the Brethren exited the indoor range, talking on their way to the clubhouse. Turning, he faced Wrath.
“What else?”
“Using Intel, information from Chaos, a little from Tony Carparelli, and Raider’s magic, we’ve been able to piece together quite a bit more. About ten years ago, the Dark Disciples, led by Zeus, associated with the Chicago Mob to move weapons and drugs. The Disciples handled transport to buyers, which protected the Mob to a certain degree. All went well for about three years before the partnership blew up.” Wrath grabbed a file from the stack, opening it.
“A large shipment of firearms went missing. Zeus and his VP insisted the truck they met was empty, the merchandise already stolen when their men arrived at the transfer point. Neither the Disciples nor the Mob opened the truck at the transfer point. The theft was discovered when Zeus’s men met the buyers. The Mob blamed the Disciples. The Disciples fingered the Mob. A true CF. The weapons were worth a shit load of money.”
Wrath slid several images to Gunner. “These are photos of the street war, which erupted when the Mob came after the Disciples. Three Mob members and two from the Disciples died. One of them was the son of Salvatore Ricca. Not long afterward, Zeus moved out, cutting off ties to his family.”
“The Mob threatened his family?” Gunner asked.
“That’s what we’ve put together. Zeus had intended to get them out of Vegas with new identifications, but they disappeared before he put the plan in place. Although Zeus found where they’d gone within weeks, it took the Mob a while to find Katrina, Teri, and Brady in Omaha. We don’t know what triggered their move to Liberty Lake. Maybe they suspected they’d been discovered. That information will have to come from Katrina or her mother.”
“The Mob discovered they’re here, sent this Tony guy to watch them, and a couple hit men to take them out.”
Wrath nodded. “That’s our conclusion. Except the shots at the hospital were a warning. It’s about revenge for the death of Ricca’s son, but also about reclaiming the money the Mob lost.”
“After six years?”
“Apparently so.”
Sitting back down, Gunner massaged the back of his neck. “You mentioned Chaos supplying information. How does he fit into this?”
“He’s the one who brought us most of the Intel.”
Gunner’s brows rose. “How the hell would he know about any of this? He left Vegas right after high school.”
Wrath stared at him a long moment before answering. “Chaos’s father, and the reason he left Vegas, is Darrell Seeley. His road name is Einstein.”
“Dammit. Did you know about his connection with the Disciples’s VP?”
“None of us did, including Grayson. Chaos told me recently. He rode out to a place called Jelly Bean’s to get away.”
“Yeah, I know it.”
“Einstein showed up. That was the first time Chaos had seen his father since enlisting in the Navy. Einstein is the one who supplied eighty percent of our Intel. Raider and Grayson’s team did what they could to verify. Their Intel corroborates what Chaos learned.”
“Has anyone spoken to Katrina and her family?” They better not have without including him.
“No. We thought it better to tell you what we have so you can discuss it with her. It’s not required, as we’ve been able to tie them to the Disciples using birth certificates, plus Teri’s marriage and divorce documentation.”
“I’m definitely talking to her, Wrath. And I’ll be doing it tonight.”
Closing the front door, Gunner spotted Katrina sitting on the back patio, a glass of wine in her hand. He didn’t go to her, choosing to pull a bottle of water from the refrigerator. Emptying it down his throat, he tossed it into the recycle bin, leaning his hip against the counter.
Running the conversation with Wrath over in his head one more time, he stared outside at the woman he cared a great deal about. The same woman he’d made love to numerous times today.
She may not have lied to him, but withholding information, knowing it would help the Brethren, was also wrong. Driving home from the clubhouse, he’d considered various ways of confronting her. He wanted her to admit the truth without having to pull it out of her.
Shoving away from the counter, he grabbed another bottle of water and