The Outcast MC - Reaper # 1

Chapter 23

I paused for a moment, a bit further ahead, and connected my phone to Bluetooth.

"Yes?" I answered.

"How are you?" came the voice on the other end.

"He raped a colleague at the restaurant. I couldn't let him get away with it," I replied, my voice filled with determination.

"I am proud of you. Are you listening to me?" the voice asked.

"Yes," I affirmed, my attention fully focused.

"There's a small path about a hundred meters to your right. Be cautious, as it's quite steep. But it's your only way out. I can see police officers approaching from both sides of the path. Damn it, the helicopter's camera has shifted. Alright, you'll soon come across a bend on your left. It seems to lead to a secondary road. Take that turn and continue straight. Eventually, you should reach a main road. I will guide you from there," the voice instructed, sounding slightly frustrated.

"Seems and should?" I inquired, seeking clarification.

"Sorry, it's not marked on any map, and the chopper's view is limited. Hurry up, the police are closing in," the voice urged urgently.

Remaining connected with Paige, I followed her directions diligently. As she guided me, I finally reached the main road, which was clearly marked on the maps. However, Paige guided me through several secondary roads, ensuring I arrived at the house discreetly. I returned my motorcycle directly to its shed, grateful for her meticulous guidance.

"Oh my dear, what a day it has been!" Paige exclaimed, embracing me tightly. "It's always like this?" she grumbled.

"No, I wanted to go all out to impress you," I confessed.

"It wasn't necessary," she replied, giving me a playful slap on the shoulder. "And your ribs?"

"I'm fine," I assured her. "I'll put away my weapons and head out. I have to go and interrogate the soldiers."

"Now?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.

"That's the nature of the job. It's important," I explained.

"What about the MC?" she inquired.

"That's not my jurisdiction. The DEA will handle the drug trade," I replied.

"And you're caught up in the middle of all this," she remarked.

"Like a leaf in the wind. I'm not sure when I'll be back. Either they cooperate quickly, or..." I trailed off.

"I understand. I'll be waiting for you," she assured me.

If there's one thing I've always appreciated, it's taking the initiative. As the gate rose, and the soldier came to attention, closing it behind me, I couldn't help but feel a sense of purpose. I dialed the NCIS agent, who informed me that the guard at the entrance had already alerted him of my arrival. I almost half-expected someone to serve me a cocktail.

"Agent Williams," I greeted him as I entered the room. "Nice shot! So, what do you have?"

He ushered me into an office and handed me a draft of the files that were still being compiled. He explained that they were trying to trace the money, but most people had been advised to keep their expenses discreet. However, there's always someone who aims for grandiosity.

"And what about the bikers?" I inquired.

"I don't have access," he replied.

"What do you need?" I asked.

"Higher accreditation, but we have to be careful. We don't know the full extent of the situation yet," he explained.

"Can I help?" I offered.