Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Clas

Gunner POV

It was boring standing around in the emergency room, watching people’s sad, scared faces. I was looking to see if there was anyone I knew, and thankfully, none. Nothing worse than having a loved one here, and all you can do is hold their hand and try to look positive.

Which you don’t feel.

Fake it till you make it.

Something I fail at doing.

The faking that is.

Bluey had introduced almost everyone in a nurse’s or a doctor’s uniform, and some not in a uniform at all. It was amazing how many people work here. I doubt poor Cora will remember even half of the names,

came for paperwork, and, if I am not careful, will still be here when Bluey starts her shift. I hope she

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doesn’t talk Cora into starting early; that would piss me off.

My phone rang.

“Gunner.”

“Get back here, have some interesting footage I need you to see.” Then the phone went dead. Great, just

what I needed.

I motioned to Bluey to wrap it up. Even from there, I could see that Cora was struggling to move around freely; her thigh had to be hurting, and Bluey, so wrapped up in whatever she was doing, didn’t notice.

We got in the vehicle, and I was home fast, breaking the speed limit just a little bit. No need to get police attention right now, but a little bit over the limit won’t cause too much drama.

I left Cora with Bluey, promising that she wouldn’t keep her too long. Yeah, right. With Bluey, it was all about getting it done now. Sooner the better in her eyes, when there was plenty of time for Cora to learn

the ropes.

Entering the security room, I see Oddball and Dozer leaning over a monitor, viewing something. They looked up when I arrived.

“About time. What took you so long?”

“Bluey.” That was all I said; it was all that needed to be said.

The footage showed the gate and the shooter talking to two men at it. One turned and went back to the guardhouse, while the other handed him something; he checked it and left.

“Bring them both into separate cells. Any sign of how the girl got in yet?” I asked, glad we had something to work on. We are a peaceful club most of the time, but won’t hesitate to be more if need be.

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“There are two holes in the fence, small, almost miss them, they have been fixed, and cameras are set up to watch that area. It’s a blind spot; we are replacing a large length of fence and electrifying that section,” one of the security men said. We have a patrol that covers certain areas of our land, and those areas will now be changed until they are fixed.

“Good, how’s the shooter doing, still alive?”

“Yes, he is still alive, scrubs checked on him, and we are trying to keep him alive till we get our man in the cell to see his reaction. Hoping the shooter will respond or say something that confirms what we are piecing together. We found some other interesting things that were going on, like giving drinks away for free. We shall address that too,” Dozer added as we left the security room. The men continued reviewing footage, going back a whole year if they must, longer if Oddball was still not satisfied.

Free drinks were like stealing for the family, unless authorised to give them out. It’s disappointing to see it

happen several times, and by the same bartender, who was a patched member. The security team was

told to keep a record of the free drinks, give the man the bill for what he had given away, and see how he

handled it.

“How did Cora go with the visit to the hospital?” Oddball asked as we walked to the cells, where one of the men from the gate footage was already in. The other guy didn’t live on site and would have to wait for him

to arrive for his shift at the gate.

“I think Bluey introduced her to every single doctor and nurse in the place. But Cora handled it with grace and professionalism.” I was proud of how well she managed, always polite, and looked like she was interested in whatever they were saying, even if she wasn’t. She was a people person, you could tell.

“Sounds like Bluey. She must be proud to have introduced Cora to so many people. Wonder if she mentioned Cora as a club associate?” Dozer added. We all know that Bluey can be loud and overenthusiastic at the club, it’s just her. At the club, she has almost no filter around her friends, but at work, you would have difficulty getting anything personal out of her, so I think she wouldn’t have said too much about who she is to us. It would have been purely a matter of professional courtesy.

“Why am I in here?” Donk asked, getting up from the mattress on the floor, when we entered the room.

“Let me show you something, and you can explain.” I offered him my tablet to look at the footage.

“This was at the gate. What’s wrong?”

“Who is the man?” Oddball demanded, not as kindly as I was being.

“That young guy?”

“Yes?”

“He’s Stacks‘ friend. Stacks didn’t introduce me, just asked me to go back to the guardhouse; he needed to talk to him privately.”

“Did you see what Stacks gave him?” I asked before Oddball could do or say anything.

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thought it was strange; we don’t do that sort of thing, so I recorded him on my phone.”

“Why didn’t you say something? That was done last week; you had a whole week to say something.”

“Stacks said he lent him some money, and he was paying him back or something like that, and was embarrassed for others to know he was broke.”

“Do you still have it on your phone?”

“Sure, but I don’t have my phone. It got taken from me when I was thrown in here.”

“I will retrieve it for you.” I stepped out of the cell and went to the section down the corridor that had a

locker, a desk, and chairs for the guards on the night shift to sit. I pulled open the drawer, grabbed the phone, and returned. Handing the phone over to Donk.

He opened it, scrolled to his gallery, found what he was looking for and handed the phone to Oddball.

Who watched it, then handed the phone to Dozer, and then on to me.

“Thank you, Donk. I have forwarded that to my phone. Hope you don’t mind.”

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“Can I go now?”

“Yes, sorry about this, but we had to be sure, and please don’t mention this to anyone. I don’t want to tip off Stacks or anyone else involved.” Oddball shook his hand.

“He organised the shooting, didn’t he?”

“What makes you say that?”

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