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

in the trash and walked off.
    The blast included dynamite as well as the natural gas filling the house. It spread the Wilkins house over four acres of land. Small pieces, no bigger than a man's hand, fell on the clubhouse and the parking lot.
    The arson investigator found no evidence of tampering because there was nothing left that could be used as evidence. The blast was so powerful that everything in the house, down to the foundation, was reduced to small pieces.
    ***
    Chica showed up to the Econo Motel, room 256, at three in the afternoon. A man inside the room welcomed her and invited her to sit at the small table in the room. He didn't look like Chica thought he would. He wasn't bad looking and dressed well. He wore the summertime uniform in Arizona of a cowboy shirt and jeans. He had brown eyes and black hair cut short. He said, "You can keep your clothes on."
    Chica replied, "Thank you. That's not what I expected."
    He was completely at ease. He spoke in a conversational tone without stress, "That was just to get you here. We want your cooperation on a business venture we're going to start in your county. Let me show you what will happen to you if you fail to work with us."
    He opened a laptop and turned it so Chica could see the screen. He spoke into his cell phone, "Thirty seconds." He pointed to the screen. It was divided into three parts. He indicated the left side of the screen with a pencil. He tapped the screen.
    "This is the man you enjoyed spending time with last week." On the screen, John sat on a lawn chair in back of his apartment, drinking lemonade, and reading a book. He said, "I want you to look at the wall behind him. Look a foot above his head."
    As Chica watched, a hole appeared in the wall. She stared. She knew what it was. She saw that John didn't notice. He raised his head as if he'd heard something far off that might have been a gunshot, but he went back to his reading.
    The man pointed to the middle part of the screen. It showed Isaac outside the clubhouse. He was watering flowers in a small garden. The man pointed to the wooden sign above the door. He indicated an area in the upper left hand corner. A few seconds later a black hole appeared in the sign. Isaac raised his head much as John had.
    The man said, "Finally, Look at the last window." An older woman rocked back and forth on a rocking chair in front of an assisted living center in Tempe. The man said, "Do we need to shoot at something to get our point across? We will kill the man you love, your best friend, and your mother if you don't do what we say. It's that simple." He closed the laptop, "We'll be in touch."
    He left the room. Chica started trembling just as she had when she got the thumb drive and the note.
    ***
    Isaac called a meeting of a group of informal, volunteer police officers. Most were members of the club, some were unaffiliated, all were active or former military or law enforcement.
    He began by recounting his meeting with the Mr. Tyson, "We have virtually nothing to go on. We don't know when they'll be doing whatever it is that they're going to do. Or where. I don't believe Iconus is the target. They must have known that I might turn down their offer. I can't imagine Iconus is the actual target." He paused.
    "We only have one clue; the ten thousand dollars a month. That indicates a big operation. The fact that they've hired a law firm and that law firm appears to be an ongoing part of their operation means that they're well established. I believe they've done this in the past. You've all dealt with criminals all your working careers. These may be better organized, but they're still criminals. Any ideas?"
    Pete Townsend, one of the members of the club and a former Army MP, said, "We don't have anything to work on from the front end. This Tyson gave us nothing. Let's go to the back end and try to predict what they're going to do. Maybe we can work up some things to look out for."
    Isaac said, "Good thinking, Pete. I agree.