Every grand plan the two of them had about how to tell Jagger was destroyed the very next morning. He wasn't supposed to be anywhere near the clubhouse, Travis had been absolutely sure of that. He was supposed to be at the shop, fixing Cash's car. Travis had verified that with more than one person. So to say he was surprised when Jagger walked in, his arm around B, as Travis was telling Christine where they kept breakfast stuff was an understatement. The silence in the room was deafening. Travis had never understood the meaning of that phrase before, but as Jagger's eyes went back and forth between him and Christine, the silence thundered in his ears. He could see the minute that Jagger put two and two together—it clicked in his eyes. The girls always talking about Travis having a woman, her being there this morning. He didn't say one word as Jagger growled and came at him. He side-stepped him, and grabbed Jagger by the wrist. "How long have you known?" Jagger didn't even recogni
Jagger finally broke the silence. His voice was low, the tone tortured. "Tell me. Just tell me everything that you went through. I need to hear it, and I don't want you to hold anything back. We need to get it out in the open if we're going to move past it."Christine couldn't look at him when she spoke, so she turned, facing the backyard, focusing on the fence that surrounded the property. "The day you left, I knew that my life was over. I could tell in the way Dad looked at me, the things he said to me. He would get onto me if I ate what he deemed too much, if I didn't exercise the way he thought I should. I had a feeling he was grooming me for something, but I didn't know what. I waited, and waited, and the closer I got to eighteen the more nervous I got."Jagger let out a deep breath and his stomach clenched. He wasn't going to like what she had to say, and he knew it, but he'd told her not to sugarcoat anything. If she had lived through it, he sure as hell could listen to it.
Christine sighed as she sat on the same back porch that she had been on earlier in the day. She needed to decompress. The events of the day had been tiring, and she knew all of it was because of her and the choices that she had made. Travis now lay in his bed, sleeping off the pain medication that Ashley had given him after she stitched up his head. That head was now almost bald, and even that made her feel awful. Jagger now sat in a jail cell, waiting to see if they could bring Clinton to them. She hated this. She should have made better decisions for everyone involved. The sliding glass door opened, and she looked up, seeing B. The other woman hesitated at the threshold before making her way out into the night."Hi," she said to Christine, almost shy."Hi," she said back.It was awkward, and Christine wasn't sure what to do. This woman obviously meant a great deal to Jagger, and she wanted to get to know her too, she just wasn't sure how to do that. The only friend she had made
Jagger had the decency to wait until the next morning to approach Travis about running the facial recognition. If he were being completely honest, he was nervous. He hadn't meant to attack Travis that way, it was the last thing he had wanted to do. Purposely, he had stayed away until late morning. When he entered the clubhouse, he spotted Tyler."You know where Travis is?"Tyler grimaced. "He and his much shorter hair are in the cave.""Shorter hair?""Yeah, dude. It was kinda short to begin with, but they had to buzz him to put some staples in his head where you busted it wide open. I'm not sure you're the person he wants to see today, if you get what I mean."Now Jagger felt really bad. His temper had gotten the better of him—that and the shock. "Has Liam said anything?" Things like that could have more than one potential consequence. It normally was not kosher to fight in the clubhouse."Nah, I think he gets it. Hell, we all get it, but the rest of us are far enough away
"How do you know him?" Travis asked as he started to pull up all the pertinent information that he needed. Some of it was in his original report on the man, but now that he had the facial recognition, it looked like he went by at least two other aliases as well.The laugh that came was dry and hollow. "He approached me as a teenager, tried to get into my pants.""What?"He hated telling other people about this. Even though he knew that it wasn't his fault, he still felt shame. He knew that he shouldn't, but even after months of talking to Doc Jones about it, it still gave him a little anxiety. "Yeah, he was an elder and a pastor in the sector of our church. He got a young girl pregnant, and then he tried to get into my pants. It's what made me turn my back on religion. I didn't know him as Clinton Herrington though, so obviously he used one of those aliases with us."Travis pushed a few more keys. "So we've got a guy with a serial pattern, who liked to prey on young kids?""E
It hadn't been easy getting behind the electrified barbed wire fence that surrounded the property, but they had managed it. Took them over an hour, and they knew at this point they had no time to lose. It was a struggle they hadn't counted on."You sure you know how to work this stuff?" Liam asked Travis as he laid everything out and began putting batteries in the pieces that needed it."I'm not a dumbass. I set up your phone and everything having to deal with that. Might I also add, I make sure every single one of our houses is safe. I know what I'm doing, I just need to make sure I do it right. These batteries don't last forever, and we need a little juice to figure out what works best."Jagger kept watch towards the main house, watching through a pair of binoculars for anything that could be taken as a threat from the man who lived there. "Everything's quiet up this way. Just do what you need to. I'll let ya know if we've got to book it."Liam wished he could be of some help
"You saw it?" Christine asked Travis as she made her way into the room the two of them called their own. "You saw the graveyard?"He nodded. "That was something of the freakiest shit I have ever seen in my life. The fact that someone could kill for what seemed like sport, to me, is insane. Granted, we've done some things as an MC that I think people might look down upon, but we've never done it for the fun of it.""I think I know why he did it," she told him, swallowing roughly."I don't know if I want to hear," he admitted. Walking over to where she stood, he put his arms around her neck and pulled to him.She held on for dear life, wrapping her arms around his waist. "I think he saw them as a sacrifice, you know, to God, and that since he was doubly sacrificing, then he would be more heavily favored. I know it sounds weird, but if you could hear him sometimes," she covered her ears. "He would chant, and those chants had to do with offerings, and it was always after that anoth
Meredith could feel Tyler's gaze on her back as she met with one of her former co-workers and the field agent of the FBI in charge of the Bowling Green area. She could tell just by the way she felt that he was twitchy, that he didn't like her being around all this law enforcement, but she knew that Clinton was much bigger fish than Heaven Hill had ever been for them. Religious zealots were a dime a dozen, but the Feds always looked good in the public eye when they could bring a group of them down. Waco being the perfect example. They would gladly tout the America experience and get patriotic, and then they would look like the best people in the world. For a few days, even the conspiracy theorists would put their trust in the government. She knew that as soon as she called her contact with this information, they would call in for a full-scale operation. She smiled slightly at her husband as she walked over to where he stood. "They're about to give us some bulletproof vests, and it's