Ride With Me (Paige and Jace) novel Chapter 200

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Some showed motorcycles arriving at the clubhouse. Others showed members leaving. One showed me carrying groceries.

Another showed Jace leaving the clubhouse early in the morning and my chest tightened.

“They’ve been watching us for weeks.” I said and Derek looked at Jace.

“That’s what worries me.” Derek said as Jace stared at the photographs.

“Why?” Jace asked.

“Because this isn’t random surveillance.” Derek said as he picked up the camera.

“Whoever took these photographs was organized.” He added.

He opened the camera and there were hundreds of images stored on it so he scrolled through them carefully.

“Lawson Customs. The clubhouse. Jace’s house.” He said.

“They photographed my house?” Jace asked as his jaw tightened.

“Apparently.” Derek said and I felt my stomach turn.

For weeks, someone had been watching us, and we hadn’t even realized it.

I had spent so much time worrying about Victor that I hadn’t considered someone else could be studying our routines. Derek kept scrolling.

“There are photographs of the salvage yard.” Derek said as Jace swore quietly.

“The warehouse too.” Jace said and Derek nodded.

“Multiple locations.” Derek said as Mason walked over.

“What did you find?” Mason asked so Derek showed him the camera and Mason’s expression changed.

“That’s not good.” Mason said.

“No. It isn’t.” Derek said and I looked at the photographs again.

There was something deeply unsettling about seeing ordinary moments captured without our knowledge.

A person leaving work. Someone carrying groceries. Children playing outside. Jace laughing with me.

Moments that had felt private suddenly looked exposed.

“Why would someone take these?” I asked and Derek looked at me.

“To learn patterns.” He said.

“What patterns?” I asked.

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“Who arrives first, who leaves last, when the clubhouse is busiest, when security is light, and where everyone spends their time.” He said as Jace’s expression darkened.

“Preparation.” Jace said as Derek nodded.

“Exactly.” Derek said and I looked toward the road.

“Then they’re preparing for something. said but nobody answered.

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The silence told me enough and Jace picked up another photograph. It showed Lawson Customs at night.

The garage doors were closed, and the parking lot was almost empty so I turned to him.

“When was that taken?” I asked so Derek checked the date.

“Three nights ago.” He said and my heart sank.

That had been the night Jace and I stayed at the clubhouse. The garage had been empty and someone had known.

“They knew nobody was there.” I said as Derek nodded.

“That’s what it looks like.” He said as Jace stared at the photograph.

“They’re learning our routines.” Jace said looking at Derek.

“Can you trace the camera?” Jace asked.

“I’ll try.” Derek said.

“Do it.” Jace said and Derek began checking the equipment while Mason gathered the other club members. And I stayed beside Jace.

“I hate this.” I said as he looked at me.

“I know.” He said.

“I thought we were dealing with Victor.” I said.

“We still are.” He said.

“But now there’s someone else.” I said.

“Yes.” He said as I looked down at the photograph in my hand.

“Do you think Charlotte knows anything about this?” I asked and Jace hesitated.

“I don’t know.” He said.

That answer didn’t reassure me and Derek suddenly stopped scrolling.

“Wait.” Derek said and we all looked at him.

“What?” I asked and he turned the camera toward us.

“There are folders.” He said.

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“How many?” Jace asked.

“Six. Derek said.

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He opened the first Lawson Customs. The second contained clubhouse photographs. The third contained pictures of the salvage yard. The fourth contained photographs of Jace and the fifth showed several Black Reaper locations.

“They’ve been watching them too.” I said as Derek nodded.

“So whoever this is has been watching both clubs.” Derek said as Jace stared at the screen.

“That’s what we suspected.” Jace said and Derek opened the final folder.

It was empty.

“There’s nothing there.” I said.

“Maybe it was deleted.” Derek said as he checked the recovery files.

“Nothing.” He finally said and Jace took the camera.

“Then what was supposed to be there?” Jace asked as Derek looked at the photographs scattered across

the hood.

“That’s the question.” Derek said.

I picked up the remaining pictures one by one. There were images of the garage, the clubhouse, the salvage yard, the warehouse, and several Black Reaper locations.

But something felt wrong. I counted them and then I counted them again.

“Jace.” I said and he turned toward me.

“What?” He asked.

“There should be another photo.” I said and Derek looked at me.

“Why?” Derek asked as I pointed toward the numbered sequence written on the back of the photographs.

“The numbers skip from thirty-seven to thirty-nine.” I said.

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