shrugged his massive shoulders. “Gabi never saw them kill Miguel Santos and anyway, his body still hasn’t turned up. No body, no crime.”
Aidan cursed under his breath, fingered the bullet scar on his neck.
“And,” King continued on. “Anyone to do with Gabi’s kidnapping and the attack on Dillon and Maria up at Open Skies is either dead or long gone. The only guy we have is that out-of-towner brought in from Boston to do the job. He’s talking a streak a mile wide, but the cops are having a hard time taking the word of a contract killer seriously and nobody that he’s named is anywhere to be found.”
“So – what?” Aidan demanded. “Trigger and Ace kill a guy and then bring in some contract assholes to kidnap and kill people and they’re going to get away with it?”
“Aidan,” King said. “You know damn good and well that the night that Maria and Dillon and you and Gabi got attacked, there was a huge party at the Fallen Angels clubhouse. Trigger has very helpfully provided the video from the front and back doors and it shows him and Ace and everyone else going in to party. It also shows that none of them left and they were in the clubhouse at the time of the attacks.”
“It’s legit?” Jax asked. “The video?”
“Totally,” King said heavily. “After the cops checked it, I called in a favor and got my hands on it. My own team looked at every second of the tape and Tex and Valentina came back with the same conclusion: no doctoring, no messing with it.”
“Shit, man,” Jax said.
“I know.” King sighed. “So that video proves that the Angels weren’t anywhere near your place, Aidan, or up at Open Skies and there’s no way we can connect them to anything that happened. Not with hard evidence, at any rate, because there is none.”
“Fuck,” Aidan ground out and started to pace back and forth in Jax’s office. “How the hell am I supposed to tell Gabriela all of this? How do I tell her that the men who tried to kill her and her sister are just gonna walk? That they’re still out there, wandering around free and happy?”
“You honestly think this is over?” King asked him, astonished. “Fuck, Carter… you think I’m letting sleeping dogs lie? Does that sound like me?”
Aidan paused. “What do you mean?”
“What do you think I mean?” King growled. “I don’t give a flying fuck about hard evidence, man. I ain’t a court of law. I know as well as you do who ordered the hit on Maria and Dillon, who shot you, who threw Gabi in the dirt. Just ‘cause all the shit that holds up on paper is missing doesn’t mean that we don’t know the truth.”
“Yeah,” Aidan said slowly.
“So? You don’t think I’m working on it with my people?”
“You are?” Aidan said.
“How could you think that I’m not ?” King said. “I mean, yeah, I was waiting on the police investigation to come back with a decision, but let’s face it. We all knew what they’d conclude since they’re constrained by what they can prove. Right?”
Jax and Aidan nodded.
“Well, you think I’m going to stand for that?” King’s gray eyes were flint. “You think I’m going to let Trigger and Ace get away with what they did?”
“No,” Aidan said. “But what can you do?”
King grinned, a hard grin with zero humor. “Best for you to not know too much about that, man.”
“The less we know, the better?” Jax said, only half-joking. “But if that’s how you want to do things, then how can we help you?”
“You’re not helping me,” King said. “Aidan and Dillon need to focus on Gabi and Maria and being there for them. And as for you and Mac, Jax? Well, you need to be able to say, with total honesty, that you know nothing about any harm that might befall those MC dickheads.”
“And will it befall them?” Aidan said. “Some harm?”
“Oh, yeah.” King’s face and voice were as terrifying as his friends had ever seen or heard them. “Hell, yeah. Trust me. It