Thrill Seeker (Kings of Vengeance MC Book 5) - Winter Travers Page 0,15

inside. “Not old or crusty,” he muttered. “What you got for me today?”

“The usual and something more if you have anything good for me.” I had an extra twenty tucked away if he gave me some good information.

Joseph thumbed through the two gift cards and two twenties. I wasn’t made of money, but I paid Joseph well for the information he gave me. He was the best informant I had ever had. All the ones before gave me one or two details, and then they just held their hand out all of the time.

“New strip club coming to town. That motorcycle club in town was looking at places the other week. One of my buddies on the other side of town saw some tall dude with Vengeance on their back. Might be newsworthy.”

I pursed my lips. “Maybe. Though I’m sure it’s all on the up and up.” And if it wasn’t, I didn’t think Joseph would know of it yet, seeing as it was just happening. I didn’t know much about the Kings of Vengeance, but I knew they kept their cards close to their chests. If they didn’t want people to know about what they were doing, no one knew.

“Anything else on the lead you gave me last week?” That was what I was here for. I hadn’t known the Kings of Vengeance were opening a strip club, but I doubted that would be more than a thirty-second blip on the eleven o’clock news.

Joseph shook his head. “As of right now, I haven’t heard anything. Since the Clarks went away for a long fucking time, there have been rumblings wondering who is going to take over the meth market. Right now, it’s just been rumors about people I ain’t never even heard of.”

“Who is it you’ve never heard of? And last week, you told me there was someone actually moving in and showing face.” I slightly doubted if Joseph was telling me good information. He was slightly flip flopping on what he already told me.

Joseph looked around and tucked the envelope in his back pocket. “That fell through or something.”

I eyed him warily. Or something? That seemed like a pile of horse shit. “Fell through?” I drawled. “What are you not telling me?”

He stepped toward me. His voice was lowered and his eyes were hooded. “There is nothing to tell, Deedra. Just take my word on this and let it go.”

Joseph had never sounded so worried. Every other time I had talked to him, he was so nonchalant and flippant. Something or someone had him running scared. “You can talk to me, Joseph. If something or someone is threatening you, I can help.” I may not be able to help him, but the police were only a phone call away. I was looking for information, but I didn’t want anyone getting hurt. Joseph included.

He closed his eyes and shook his head. “I think that’s the first dumb thing I’ve ever heard you say, Deedra. How is a classy chick like you who lives in a duplex over in the ritzy part of town going to help me?” He opened his eyes and stepped away from me. “Thanks for the cash, and I’ll see you around.”

“Same time next week?” I called. I knew I sounded desperate as hell, but I had a feeling I wouldn’t be talking to Joseph again. At least, not about any information regarding the possible new person or group of people coming in to take over for the Clarks.

Joseph just raised his hand in farewell and walked away.

“That why you didn’t want to meet at eight? Had a date before?”

I whirled around and clutched my hand to my chest. Jesus. How the hell had Point snuck up on me like that? “Hell, Point. You may want to give some warning before you sneak up on someone.”

He smirked. “Then it really isn’t sneaking around, is it?” He nodded in the direction that Joseph had disappeared in. “He’s a little young for you, isn’t he?”

I rolled my eyes and hitched my purse on my shoulder. “I’m old enough to be his mother.”

“Hey, hey,” he laughed. “Not trying to knock your kink or anything like that. I didn’t know you turned into a cougar.”

“I’m slightly offended that you think I’m old enough even to be considered a cougar.” I tugged on the hem of my dress and tried to find words that made sense and didn’t sound incredibly bitchy.

Point leaned against the brick building. “If the shoe fits.”

I growled.