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“Yeah, you’re not wrong.” He sighed. “So what’s your view. Someone with a vendetta against both sides?” Could be possible, then again, there was a lot of possibilities. That’s probably what was causing most of the tension, the not knowing. Not even knowing who to suspect. For all they knew, it was just some random psycho getting slice happy. “One thing is for sure, whoever it was is gonna go out a whole lot worse.” Sure, they’d have to work around the cops and be crafty about it, but it was blood for blood.
“I’m done tossing blame. We know nothing, the wolves know nothing - if they do they’re not saying. And the cops have nothing. Hate to say it but I’m not seeing how we’re gonna figure it out without whoever it was dropping someone else.” Pessimistic, sure, but he was merely thinking out loud. Thoughts that had him pent up and drinking just to remain somewhat calm.
“Sort of?” Brows creased together for a few moments before he felt a realisation hit. “Ah, right. Your latest sidekick.” There’s a light roll of his eyes and a small smile. He wouldn’t say much more about it, especially considering he didn’t really like Ray. It wasn’t really personal, he just didn’t like the way she always seemed to be around and in what he’d consider none of her business. “I know. Everyone’s waiting for us to pop off and fire a gun. We gotta be smarter than that.”
Digging his cigarettes and Zippo out of the inside pocket of his kutte, Jasper unleashed a long, blustery sigh and shook his head, “Sure looks that way. Nothing else makes sense.” Whoever it was had known exactly where to to strike and how to poke through any holes in their defenses. How could any of them have seen it coming? Setting one of his cigarettes between his lips, the biker lit it up and glanced over at Axel with a sharp nod. Neither of them knew who to pin the murders on or where to start looking, but Jasper knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that both of them knew the way it would end once the killer was found.
But Jasper was getting impatient just sitting around and waiting for the other shoe to fall. He was beginning to think that Axel was right and that the only way to ferret out the killer was to wait until they spilled more blood. Jasper shifted in his seat and frowned around his cigarette, unsure that he’d ever feel totally comfortable with that option-- even though it felt like the only one. “Just keep your eyes open, maybe we’ll catch ‘em slipping up,” he muttered before inhaling a steadying drag.
Sighing, Jasper reached forward to dust the ash off the tip of his cigarette and glanced at Axel, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “She’s in this thing just as much as we are now,” he pointed out, knocking his head in a quick shake. Working at Charming Auto put her right in the potential line of fire, and Jasper would never find himself totally at ease because of that. Nodding in agreement, he threaded his fingers through his hair, shoving the unruly curls back and out of his face, “Fuck-- remember when wearing a patch mostly meant getting piss drunk and popping wheelies on tricked out Sportsters?” Jasper cracked a small smile, “Now, I’d kill to have a boring day.”










