Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 120

Maxine/Fixer POV

“Okay, let me tell you what’s on my mind, what I think might have happened.” Nods around the room have me standing and pacing again, as I work this through my head.

“As I no longer believe my uncle, formally known as my dad, is even related to me I am just going to call them, Barry, Shiela and Zoey, so you can relate better, because it an insult to Uncle Simon to call that man Barry an uncle, and as I still have a father out there somewhere, he can’t be father. Prez, can you get your men onto recording their phone calls, hacking his computer, and tracking them? I don’t trust them; my gut says something was going down and soon, and all of them, including my ex, were involved.” Prez nodded and called someone.

“Wait, what did you say his full name was?” Prez asked as he pulled the phone from his ear.

“Barry and Sheila McClain,” I replied, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth for even saying the name out loud.

Prez spoke for a bit, then cursed.

“Right, get onto it.” He hung up his face, angry.

“McClain was the name of one of the dead in the second car, a girl, too young to be out and about, who was hit by the back of the truck, and she was linked to the Jones Gang. Maybe all our wars have been instigated by Barry because of that accident, which was no accident. Or he had a vendetta against the Jones gang, as he was somehow associated with them; we are investigating that connection, but all fingers are pointing back to that man. He may not have even known one of the Jones members’ kids was involved in the accident till it was too late, and then pushed the blame on us somehow. It makes no sense, but it’s the best I can think of for now.” Prez spat out. This was getting deeper and deeper, a web of lies all starting or leading to Barry.

“Okay, I will continue with my thoughts. Mum had to have been called to the other town for some reason. What Grandma pieced together was that Mum went to a cafe, had a coffee, and looked like she was waiting for someone who didn’t show up, before heading back home. I believe Barry had been following her to the other town and contacted the truck driver to let him know she was on the way back home. Barry might have waited half an hour or so before following. He knew where she was going and didn’t need to keep an eye on her; he couldn’t risk Mum noticing his car following her. He arrived after the first responders, but before the police closed off the road, and emergency vehicles were arriving. The person who took most of those photos on his phone was the same person who sent Grandma and Grandpa all that information, and might have had them taken from him, so I am glad he forwarded them on before they could be confiscated, and before he was given early retirement.” I stopped pacing and looked around the room, all deep in thought.

“You might be right, that sounds feasible, we have a lot to sift through, all this has made me have hope in getting answers.” Uncle Simon said as he picked up the scrapbook again and looked at some of the news reports.

“We need to get hold of Barry. I want him in the cells. But first, how about we have some fun? I want burner phones purchased and to call him every hour, day, and night. We start with a disguised voice telling him we know what he did and that vengeance is coming; he can’t hide. Rattle him a bit, see if he calls someone or runs to them. I hope he does, I want all involved. Can we get some bugs in his home and car? I want to hear everything.” Once I start, I am on a roll, thinking of all the ways to get to him.

“What about the women?” Tandy called out.

“They can wait, watch them, bug them, but don’t want to pull them in yet. You never know; if they are deeply involved, they might be the ones to run for help. One thing is for sure, that Zoey can’t be pregnant, and how deep the ex was in this, who knows.”

Prez, Blaze, Sticks, and Jenny followed Prez out the door and went to the clubhouse to go through the boxes they had from that incident together. Tandy, Uncle Simon, Tank, and I were going to town, Tandy back to his office to look up some things, and us to the bank for the contents held there.

The radio played softly as we drove to town, the bodyguards following close behind. All of us were lost in thought. I was sitting in the back seat, letting Tank and Uncle Simon have the front seat in his truck. Tank was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to the tune, and Uncle Simon was lost on his phone, tapping away, I almost chuckled as it appeared that Uncle Simon was tapping on his phone in time with the music, it might have been my warped sense of humor, that like to think that, but either way, it managed to bring a smile to my sad face.

“Fixer, you are right, Zoey is Barry’s daughter, the mother must have cheated on her husband. We are still checking on what happened back then. Maybe Barry was her first husband, with a name change, who knows, with that twisted family. I am glad my aunt was not around to see this. She would be devastated to see the direction her daughter and granddaughters have gone.” Uncle Simon suddenly said. He must be starting to get reports in. They work fast under his command.

The bank manager was quick to rush out and greet us, almost bowing to Uncle Simon, who was quite the celebrity, and was shocked when I asked for my box, as he hadn’t put me as Uncle Simon’s niece, suddenly he was more respectful, and bowing to me, if what Tandy said was true, I have more in this bank, than the whole town, put together, not that it affected me, it was one less thing I had to worry about, Tandy had a good team looking after a lot of my investments, and Uncle Simon promised to go over them with me, help me understand it all better, so I am not taken advantaged of in the future.

A large A3 bulging envelope was handed over, and a purple velvet box; lifting the lid revealed the family seal, something I didn’t know we owned. These were for the filthy rich, and never in my dreams did I think I would hold one, let alone be the custodian of one.

“They are a pair, I have one exactly the same, just the initials slightly different, show it was a male version, where yours was a female version, when I pass, you will gain mine, and have the pair.” I didn’t want to think of Uncle Simon not around. He wasn’t that old; he was only late sixties early seventies, Mum was thirty when she had me, he was no longer shuffling his feet, or looking bent over, it was all a ploy, to see what I was like, he had mentioned others pretending to be his niece, and he tests all who claim it now, but one look at me and the confidence that Tandy had, there was no hiding I was who I claimed to be, mind you I never claimed it, it was thrust upon me. He had made himself look very old, and if I hadn’t seen pictures of him, I wouldn’t have recognised him after he had showered and removed all his disguise. He was handsome, and I could see Grandma’s eyes shine through, along with the small things that were the same.