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vehicle.”
     
                  Wes stared at the paper which contained a plate number and the description, ‘maroon Jeep Grand Cherokee’   “How much info?”
     
                  How much did Ben want?  Enough to use whatever he found, if needed.  “Whatever you can find.”
     
                  Leaving the kid, he found Aero coming out of the bathroom.  The two men immediately clutched each other.  “Hey, brother,” Aero said, slapping Ben’s back hard before pulling away.  He was a good guy – most vets were – and had a compassionate streak despite his deep loyalty to a club he’d kill for.  “You good?”
     
                  It was a hard question to answer after ending someone’s life, let alone your own family.  But it was his private shit to deal with, so he simply nodded.  “Listen, something  I got to run by you.  Thought maybe I should talk to Vic first.”
     
                  “He and Elle are playing nice-nice with the town until around four,” Aero answered, while motioning for one of the girls to pour two coffees. “What’s up?”
     
                  Other than the enormous amount of ink from his wrists to up under his shirt sleeve, the last thing Aero looked like was a biker.  Forty-three, tall, beard trimmed to a perfect five o’clock shadow and hair he has to run off to the barber as soon as it grew a fraction of an inch, Aero appeared more military than mayhem.  He did two tours in Afghanistan before being honorably discharged due to an eye injury right before 9/11.  It enraged him no longer being able to get out there and shoot down the fuckers who collapsed those buildings.  If he couldn’t fly, then he’d ride.  He bought himself a Harley and wound meeting Vic in a dive bar back in 2002.  The two got drunk while he compared his war experiences to Vic’s in ‘nam.  He was soon asked to prospect, made the cut a year later then leap-frogged to V.P when senior members began to retire.
     
                  “Something she said last night.”  Ben couldn’t bring himself to say his own sister’s name.  Keeping it impersonal was part of the disconnect process.  “That crew wasn’t acting alone.”
     
                  Ben repeated what Lisa told him as Aero stroked his stubbled chin.  “Huh.  That’s…….not good.  If true, they’re still out there and know we’re connected to those narcotics.”
     
                  “Yeah, but we got everything out and stored at Owens.”  Besides coal, lumber was a major commodity in West Virginia. Owens was not only the largest, it was the only local corporation which allied with the MC, due in part to Tanner and Ben still being on the clock there several days a week.  And, oh yeah, Tanner’s cousin ran the place.  When the club found – and dealt with – several workers who were pilching lumber after hours for off-book work, Charles Owens showed his appreciation with the gorgeous, custom-made, three hundred pound table, as well as an interesting business offer – running security at his mill in exchange for anything the club needed.  He had an air-tight storm cellar under the mill which was the perfect spot to store the drugs in a pinch.  But they couldn’t stay there for long.  “We gotta run all that shit out soon before the next shipment arrives.”
     
                  “Yeah, well.” Aero headed towards the bar where their coffees awaited, away from the ears of several club girls hanging in the background.  “Joey just called from the package store. Has a message from his uncle .    Probably about how we’re gonna move forward after this mess.  Me and Doug were gonna ride out later.  How ‘bout you come instead?  Think you could use some good ol’ business after last night.”
     
                  Get right back in the saddle, that’s how you dealt with it.