Meeting Danger (Danger #1) by Allyson Simonian, Caila Jaynes Read Free Book Online Page A

later, he was packing up his few belongings in his cell. He came across his commissary card and handed it to Brian.
    “Take this. There’s still some money left on it.”
    Brian palmed the card with a grin. “When are you leaving?”
    “Now.”
    “You lucky bastard.”
    Camden studied his cell mate. “Hang in there, all right?”
    Brian huffed out a breath. “Great advice as usual, man. Yeah. I’ll be sure to hang in there .”
    Camden couldn’t blame him for his bitterness. Grabbing the bag he’d packed, he quietly said good-bye. Soon he was sitting with Eli inside the warden’s office.
    “Got what you needed?” Frake asked.
    “I did. Thank you,” Camden said, and Eli murmured his thanks as well.
    The warden shook his head. “It’s me who should be thanking you. I appreciate that information you provided about the smuggling operation.”
    “I’m concerned about Brian, though,” Camden said. “If Declan thinks he snitched—”
    Frake held up a hand. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure it doesn’t look like Brian had anything to do with it. It’ll look like the ring was discovered through a routine search. And I’m going to put an end to that receiving job.”
    “Brian’s got an interest in computers. Could he be assigned to something in technology?”
    “I’ll see what I can do.” The warden made a note and then stood up, extending his hand first to Camden and then Eli.
    As Camden and his boss exited the prison, Eli shot him an expectant look.
    “Well?”
    “Phillips told me to go see Beck Ruiz for a job.”
    “Excellent.” Eli chuckled. “You should rest up for a couple of days first, though. Doing hard time can’t be easy.”
    As they walked to Eli’s car, Camden stared at the hills that surrounded the prison. He should be elated—the boss obviously was.
    But instead, a sense of unease filled him. These last three weeks in prison should have been the difficult part of the assignment, but something told him the second part would be the real challenge.

CHAPTER 10
M ARCH
    Scranton, Pennsylvania
    “I’m looking for work,” Camden said as he walked into the Wrench three days later. “Colton Phillips— I mean, Slider suggested I try here. Are you Ruiz?”
    A burly man with dark hair and eyes nodded from behind the counter. He looked to be in his late thirties, and had an air of authority about him.
    The man frowned as he pulled a dirty rag from a pocket of his coveralls to wipe his hands. “Rafael Ruiz, but my friends call me Beck. How do you know Slider?”
    Camden gave him a sheepish grin. “Met him inside Edgewater.”
    Ruiz’s jaw tightened. “You’re on parole then.”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “What’s your name?”
    “Cameron. Cameron Shea.”
    “What kind of bikes have you worked with?”
    “Harleys mostly. I’ve rebuilt a Knucklehead.”
    The man gave Camden a once-over. “You can show me out back, I guess. I’ve got a CVO that needs an oil change.”
    Outside, Ruiz handed Camden a toolbox and pointed out a bike sitting on a patch of grass. Camden walked over and crouched beside it.
    “What were you inside for?”
    Camden took a wrench out of the box. “Drugs.” He looked up at Ruiz. “But I’m clean now.”
    Ruiz snorted. “Sure, you are.”
    As Camden worked, Ruiz asked him questions, casual on the surface, but all poking into his background. When Camden stood up and stepped back twenty minutes later, Ruiz eyed the bike, seeming pleased with what he had done.
    “You’re looking to be part of the club or to just work here?”
    “You taking new members?” Camden asked.
    The other man shrugged. “Given your background, we might consider it. I can give you both applications, if you want.”
    They went back inside where Ruiz handed over a stack of papers.
    “Fill these out and bring ’em back. If everything checks out, you can start working here next week. We’ll see about club membership after that.”
    Camden thanked the man before walking out of the shop. When