Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62

Gunner POV

Back in the workshop, it was just me.

The guys at the front must have finished the work on their bikes.

Typical of most of these wannabe mechanics, they come into my workshop, use my gear and leave the mess for me to clean up. Tools are scattered around the place, with no one bothering to wipe them down or put them away. It annoys me. I used to bring in a prospect to clean it up, and end up with a worse mess, not cleaning the tools, and putting them in the wrong place. I was not sure whether they did that deliberately, but it got them out of having to do it again. It was easier for me to do it, but sometimes I don’t. I left them where they dropped them and let the next team enter to address the mess before they began their service. I recommend they speak with the last ones who used them. I took pictures of the mess, sent them to Oddball, named the men, and left it with him.

The mindless job of clearing up the mess was what I needed after what I had just cleaned up. I am not without feelings. Cleaning up after they have brutally beaten people to death is not always easy. I almost

puked when I saw what was left of our ex–member, Stacks. If I didn’t already know who was in the cells, I

wouldn’t have recognised him. I didn’t want to see anyone while I was feeling like this.

Shattered.

It will take me about an hour to put this behind me. I hope I don’t have to deal with anything else until I resolve this. The workshop was cleaned up, and the tools were put away. I made a coffee. I have a fridge and a kettle in the back office. I sat, enjoying the coffee. My stomach grumbled, reminding me I had yet to have lunch, but I wasn’t ready to face food. It had been over an hour since the cleanup, and I was ready to get back to work on the bikes, my coffee drunk, when my phone rang.

“Gunner.”

“Office.” Oddball’s voice rang out, and he then hung up.

I locked up my office and headed to Oddball’s office. I stood outside the door and took a deep breath before knocking on the door, three sharp raps.

“Come in.” I swung the door open and stopped short. Sitting on a chair was Cora, the last person I had expected to find in Oddball’s office. A long look at her face told me she wasn’t crying, so this call was not for Cora, but something else.

“Close the door.” That broke my searching Cora’s face for tears or a hint as to why she was there. I turned, closed the door, and stepped farther into the room. Oddball motioned to the chair next to Cora.

“Gunner, I have organised a group chat with three other clubs. Cora and Hacker have enough on a spreadsheet to start working on the demographics of likely areas targeted by the shooters.” Oddball started, before his computer started to ring.

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“Oddball.” He answered as I took Cora’s hand, which was shaking. I squeezed it in the hope of giving her some comfort.

“Thank you for reaching out to us.” Oddball had included the call linked to Cora’s laptop, and we could both see the faces of the three presidents and Oddball on the screen.

“My club member Cora has put together the spreadsheet I have sent to you, and will continue to update it. If anything changes, we will reach out to you. However, in the meantime, we thought a group effort to find these shooters who are targeting not just the bike community but also car and truck drivers. We were looking at sending out members to hide in the tree area in that red zone.” For the next hour, we talked about logistics, Cora expanded the spreadsheet, and they gave ideas on what else they would like to see on it and said they would send information back if they had anything to add.

It was agreed to have a combined effort. Over the next week, they will put together a plan; hopefully, we can get those shooters.

“We have a club run in two weekends at Mason Falls. It’s a combined run to celebrate new members, new patches, and the lost riders we have had over this tyre issue,” Oddball added, and my heart cheered that Oddball didn’t cancel our planned trip.

“Sorry to hear of the losses. We will call you in a week or so and see what we can put together on our end,

too. We can catch these people. I agree the police have not taken this seriously enough, and more people

are being hurt or killed.” Donk from the Redhill Range club offered his condolences; we have all lost

members over the years.

They said their goodbyes, and we talked a bit longer about what we thought would be a good roster and who would be good at hiding in the bushes, because not everyone is good at hiding. It’s an art in itself.

“How about drones? I can add a time if it’s reported when the shootings occurred, which might give us a time frame of when they are most active. Send drones to cover the area, like that one that’s between two parking bays. How about our guy makes a home in one parking bay and sends a drone into the sky to check for activity? We can have others waiting, and close in on them.” Cora added that she is already working on her spreadsheet to expand the time. She had already added them, but not to the demographic map. A macro added soon had a colour included for times. It appears that in our area, the person was an afternoon shooter, between twelve and four.

“Perfect, will ask Hacker if we have some.”

“Heat seeking might be good too, infrared, possibly.” Cora was making all sorts of suggestions.

“Heat during the day?” Oddball asked, unsure. We often think of it as nighttime usage.

“Yes, it works just fine during the day, it registers heat so that the images will show bodies, humans and animals. If it gives off heat, we can locate it.” Cora hadn’t taken her eyes off the screen, as her fingers continued to work, not missing a beat, while talking to us. I am not as adept at multitasking as Cora was. Hacker entered the office and joined in on the conversation, loving the idea of using the parking bay and drones, and yes, he does have thermal imaging drones.

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“Drones call cover a larger area, and heat imaging doesn’t need to be close to the ground.”

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It felt like a plan was coming together. My girl is smart; her mind was working all the time, trying to figure things out.

“What about dart guns? I have some drugs to knock them out, and I am sure Scrubs had some too. The guns are almost silent when shot.” Cora suggested getting more and more involved in the plan.

‘We have some of those too. We never thought we would need to use them, and Scrubs does have what we need to load the guns. He would be the one to ask for doses to use in it. I have forgotten how long ago we used them,” Hacker continued, softly. He had been watching Cora work on the spreadsheet with keen interest.

“It’s getting late, I need lunch before dinner time,” I suddenly announced, as my stomach let out its agreement.

“We can continue this later, let’s eat.” Cora saved what she was working on, closed the laptop, and left it in Oddball’s office. Together, we entered the kitchen.

“Wondered when you lot would come for food. Put some in the oven to keep it warm,” Scones said, pulling out a tray with steak sandwiches and French fries. Cora took just one; the rest of us, at least two; and all

the fries.

We sat together in the dining hall. Hacker was excited about Cora’s ideas. Oddball was quietly taking it all

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