![]() ![]() Tanner opened the file in front of him and threw a photograph toward the prez. I knew whatever he had found wasn’t good. “I got something.” He shook his head, and my blood ran cold. Tanner sighed, the black circles around his eyes showing how hard the brother had been working. ![]() “But you found something?” Ky translated as Styx signed. He’d had to push his wedding back by a month anyhow to get the pastor Mae wanted to conduct the ceremony, so he had time to kill. So Ky fessed up, and Styx was all for the plan. Ky wasn’t originally gonna tell the prez about the plan to get Phebe, because of his fucking wedding, but that didn’t last long. I gritted my teeth and glanced at Styx, who was listening closely. He’s Ar-an Brotherhood but works closely with the Klan. I knew he had dealings with my father and uncle, just never met him myself. “Gotta be honest, I didn’t think I was anywhere close to finding anything on this pr!ck.” Tanner nodded toward Tank. As much of a computer whizz kid as Tanner was, Meister was proving to be one slippery fucking snake to pin down. Unlike most of the white-power sh!t Tanner and Tank grew up with, this Meister was untraceable and off the grid. He’d been busy trying to track down Meister. Not that he ever entertained himself with sluts-still too hard for his piece of pussy down in Mexico. The brother hadn’t attended one of our cookouts or slutfests in weeks. ![]()
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