30. One of Us
“Muerte, I’ve been calling you for hours. Look, something came up and I need you back to explain things. Call me,” I said and ended the call, staring at the photocopied files Knox delivered a couple of hours ago.
The files only involved information about Mateo; there was nothing about Vanessa’s parents. Muerte was out of town, according to him visiting other clubs. Allies. They seemed to have their own problem but Muerte seemed eager to try and gain their assistance.
A knock on the door caught my attention. I turned just in time to see Goliath walk through the doors. I was in Muerte’s office, his office as president of the club. Goliath greeted me with a questioning look. I’d been dodging his questions ever since Knox visited the first time. Seems like I couldn’t avoid him now since I was cornered in the Prez’s office. Don’t get me wrong, Goliath was a big motherfucker but I ain’t no punk; I could beat his ass.
“What’s up?” I asked, closing the files.
“I don’t know man, I could ask you the same question,” he said and shrugged. “Never thought I’d see the day when you and Knox talk without coming to blows.”
I smirked. “Well, I need him for something,”
For the longest time I didn’t respond. I didn’t know how to. Goliath was my best friend. I trusted this man with my life. But to assume something that could tear apart the pack, could I put that burden on him? Maybe it was all coincidental; Muerte would have a perfect explanation as to why he has the mystery cabin. Why it went to him instead of my ma.
“Come on, man, what aren’t you telling me?”
Turning around I leaned against the desk. Folding my arms, I shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe it has something to me with me being a suspect? A mole.”
Goliath didn’t say anything. Instead, he watched me, eyes wide and mouth slightly hung open. Bet it was the last thing he expected. The first time Vanessa told me the news I was surprised myself. A little hurt but I couldn’t blame them. Not really. If there was a mole in the club, everyone was a suspect until we had reason otherwise. I guess the rest of the guys dropped me as one considering I wasn’t hit with a million questions or treated differently.
“I didn’t believe it. Hell, I still don’t!” Goliath shouted, holding his hands up in surrender. “Look, we know you ain’t one.
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I shook my head. Obviously, I wasn’t supposed to know me being a mole. It’d defeat the purpose as the supposed ‘mole’ would be more alert. I had my own suspicions as well. I think I was close. I just needed more answers, ask questions that he couldn’t explain and find the holes in his answers. It didn’t make sense, but it does now. It was a theory but nonetheless, most, if not some, theories are proven.
“In a different time, with you talking to Knox, I would’ve thought differently. The rest of us would.” Goliath said with a scoff. “Well, then, why was Knox here?”
I looked away, focusing on the window, not really looking at anything. “Vanessa met him, and he came with answers. Involves her parents, you know? Their deaths I mean.”
Frowning, Goliath folded his arms “So, are you here to pass on the info or read over confidential files. Files that involves her family only.”
The perceptive motherfucker. He knew me too well. That or I was a terrible liar. I decided to believe the former.
“It involves Mateo too,” I said, turning my head to face him again. “A thought they had that Knox followed.”
I glanced over my shoulder and motioned for him to come closer. Once he saw Muerte’s government name, he frowned.
“I don’t understand,”
I explained everything. From what Vanessa told me, to Knox’s arrival and to Muerte’s name scrawled on the pages. Goliath ran a hand down his face, and he looked at me from the corner of his eyes. This time, his eyes were wide like an alarmed lightbulb shinning through the murky confusion clouding his mind.
“If Muerte is capable of this, what if he’s capable of… other things,”
Narrowing my eyes, I straightened, my curiosity peaked. “Like what?”
“Like trying to get one of us killed.”