Free Desert Venom Motorcycle Club: The Complete Novella: (Military and Law Enforcement Erotica) by Jill Soffalot

in Phoenix. We have a request to make of you. We'll pay you handsomely, if you'll do what we ask."
    Isaac knew lawyers, having dealt with them in the past and asked, "What's your request?"
    "Our clients are going to have extensive dealings in this area during the next year, mainly in the Iconus Valley and the city of Iconus. We have our own private security forces and feel our needs are covered. We've had some trouble in the past with local law enforcement, frankly, getting in the way and causing extra expense and delay. We can assure you that we're able to deal with any situations that come up. We'll pay you ten thousand dollars a month if you'll work with us on this."
    Isaac caught the general drift of the man's intent halfway through his speech. He replied, "Nicely said. You make it awfully easy to agree. The money is too much if you expect me to believe you're going to operate inside the law. I know there's a threat that comes with this. Give it to me so I'll know how serious you are."
    Tyson shook his head, "No, no, no. There's no threat. We don't work that way. We have encountered problems in the past with accidents having nothing to do with our clients happening to people who didn't want to work with us. That's a worry for our clients. They are law abiding people and their reputations were stained with suspicion after those accidents happened."
    "Again, nicely said. Nothing there you could be arrested for. Tell me what kind of accidents happened to those unfortunate people who wouldn't cooperate."
    Tyson dripped sincerity and innocence, "I'm reluctant to do that because you'll form a link between the accident and my clients if one of them happened to you or someone you care about, but they involved fire or gas explosions. Unfortunately, some individuals were caught in these incidents and killed." He shook his head, "Most unfortunate."
    Isaac thought for a moment before answering, "I wish I were more skilled at acting. Or lying. Either one. I would agree and work behind your back to bring you..." He stopped. "... excuse me. To bring your clients to justice. I'm not good enough so I'll just tell you that we won't be taking your money. And, just so we're clear, we won't be committing any extra manpower to Iconus either."
    Isaac stood up and Tyson followed him to the door. As Tyson opened the door, Isaac put a hand on his chest and stopped him. Tyson was a bit surprised by this invasion of his personal space. He looked down at Isaac's hand.
    "Did your clients have anything to do with a string of brothels just over the border?"
    Tyson kept his professional demeanor, "The incident with the kidnapped sisters? No. There's no profit in slavery. The profile is too high. Too much publicity. Bad for business."
    Isaac removed his hand. Tyson went past him and through the door to the outside. On his way to his rented car, he shook his head.

Chapter Eight: A Very Big Shipment
    Ten years earlier, Larry Wilkins had built a frame house on land across from the clubhouse. He should have stuck to Certified Public Accounting, a trade he handled nicely. The city condemned his house as unsafe after the floor gave way during a meeting of the Daughters of the American Revolution. The house stood vacant for a decade. Earlier in the week, a man named "Jones" bought the house and had the utilities turned back on.
    A non-descript man of average looks and build turned on the gas at the junction outside the house then checked the stove inside. Once he was satisfied that explosive gas was flowing well, he turned the gas off. He came back inside and unhooked the gas line to the stove. As he walked outside, he dropped a package on the floor of the living room. The package had a small box and several long, red tubes that looked like road flares.
    He saw Mr. Tyson shake his head and drive off. The non-descript man left the house and yard. Three hours later, he dialed a number on his cell phone and waited. Once the connection was broken, he threw the phone