“Where to?”
“No choice,” Rollie said. “If we’re gonna find Jax, we have to call our friends in Charming.”
“If he’s behind this, and Clay is backing him—”
“Jax and his buddies came here incognito—no cuts,” Rollie said. “If he’s betrayed us, there’s no reason for us to think the rest of SAMCRO is involved, especially not Clay.”
Rollie didn’t give Thor a chance to argue. He moved swiftly out of the bedroom and into the corridor, retracing their steps.
In his pocket, his own cell phone buzzed. He thought it must be Hopper again, though it occurred to him to wonder why Hopper wouldn’t just call Thor directly again.
Rollie answered. “Speak.”
“It’s Jax.”
“Where the hell are you?” Rollie demanded.
Thor stared. “It’s him?”
“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Jax said.
“You owe me some answers, kid—”
“We need backup, Rollie. I hope Thor gave you that message. We need bodies, and we need guns. You know the old Wonderland Hotel in North Vegas, out west of your place?”
“Hold up a second.”
“Rollie—”
“Joyce is dead. Died helping you out. I want to know—”
“Joyce was a rat,” Jax said angrily.
“The fuck he was.”
“Lagoshin knew where to find us. Joyce told him. Unless you want to tell me you also didn’t know the guy was selling drugs at Birdland.”
Rollie went silent.
“Doesn’t matter now,” Jax went on. “Lagoshin’s crew killed him, and they’ll kill the rest of us if they can. I told you they went after me and Opie the other day. We’re on our way to erase Lagoshin from the picture, but I think some of his men may be headed for the Wonderland, and my sister’s there alone. I need some of your guys over there, and the rest to meet up with us to take out Lagoshin.”
Rollie stared at the spray pattern of blood and brain matter in the bedroom. The air-conditioning had kicked in, but still the stink made him want to retch. He tried to picture Joyce and the dead Russian out on that ranch road, tried to puzzle out how many motorcycles had been there, how it had all unfolded.
“You hearing me?” Jax asked.
“I hear you.”
“Where are you now?”
“At your friend Drinkwater’s house,” Rollie replied.
* * *
Jax shifted the visor around to shield his eyes from the sun’s glare.
“What the hell are you doing there?” he asked, glancing at the dashboard clock. Still so early. It made no sense for Rollie to be at Drinkwater’s. Thor knew the name from their meet with Carney, but—
“Trying to track you down, Jax. Trying to figure out how one of my guys ended up dead in a ditch. Especially since Mr. Drinkwater’s too dead to tell me anything.”
Jax’s mouth went dry. “You killed him?”
“Are you just screwing with me now?” Rollie snapped. “The guy’s brains are all over the place. What are you up to, Jax?”
Numb, Jax tried to pull his thoughts together. “How did you end up there?”
“Oh, we stopped at the old Irishman’s place first. He’s dead, too.”
Jax’s thoughts spun. Who had killed Drinkwater and Carney? There could be only one answer. Just as there could be no doubt that Drinkwater had given his killers the answers they sought.
“Rollie, listen to me—”
“Oh, I’m listening, Jackson.”
“Get to the Wonderland with every gun you’ve got! I’ll call you back!”
Rollie started to argue, but Jax cut off the call. He spun to stare at Ilia: “Turn around! Do it now!”
In the backseat, Luka started to laugh behind his fresh gag. Oleg ignored him, leaning forward, alarm igniting in his eyes.
“Lagoshin knows about the hotel?” Oleg demanded.
Jax turned to stare at him, the ugliest scenarios playing out in his head. “Shit yeah he knows. Hell, they might be there already…”
He saw the realization in Oleg’s eyes. They had left Trinity alone.
“Turn around!” Oleg snapped, and, at his command, Ilia finally did.
Car tires squealed. Oleg took out his cell and started calling Kirill and the others.
Luka lunged, slammed Oleg against the window. Wrists bound, he struggled to snatch Oleg’s gun. Jax swore, bringing his own gun around, but he didn’t need it. Oleg planted his feet, pistoned his legs, and drove Luka across the seat and into the opposite door. Luka’s head struck the window, cracking the glass.
Oleg raised his gun and shot Luka twice in the chest, reached over to open the door, and then shoved the dying, bleeding man out onto the street as the car roared along at seventy miles per hour and more.
Luka had outlived his usefulness.
Oleg slammed the door shut and steadied himself with a deep breath. He and Jax exchanged a glance, and Jax knew, in that moment, that the two of them wanted the same thing. Lagoshin had to die, and Trinity had to live.
* * *
Rollie stood in the hall, gazing back through the door into the dead man’s bedroom, cell phone dangling in his right hand. His whole body seemed to vibrate with uncertainty and indecision.
“So?” Thor asked.
“Jax and his boys are in trouble, and he expects us to be the cavalry.”
Thor came to stand in front of Rollie expectantly. “You really think he’s doing all of this? That all these bodies are on his head?”
Rollie stared into the bedroom, focused on the hole where Drinkwater’s eye had been. “I think these guys are all dead because Jax Teller came to town looking for his sister. I’m not blaming him for that—I’d do the same for family, and so would you. But something doesn’t sit right about the way Izzo described the scene out on that ranch road, and Jax isn’t in a hurry to explain. Yeah, he’s got other shit on his mind, but…”
His words trailed off. He stared at his feet a few seconds, listening to the ticking of a wall clock up at the top of the stairs ahead. The AC kicked on and cool air hummed from the vents. Rollie blinked and shook off the cloud of indecision. Whatever they were going to do, they had to get the hell out of here.
“Let’s roll,” he said.
Thor followed him down the stairs. “We’re going to back him up?”
“He’s VP of SAMCRO. Of course we’re going to back him up,” Rollie said. “But I feel like we’re being played, so afterward I intend to get answers, even if I have to stomp the shit out of Jax Teller to get them.”
* * *
Trinity sat on the swing set behind the Wonderland in a dirty T-shirt and a pair of black jeans. Her combat boots were comfortable enough, but too hot. She’d put them on because of the terrain and the broken glass out near the swing set, but now she wished she had something lighter.
She pushed back until she could barely touch the ground and then released, swinging forward and pumping her legs. The rusty swing squealed with each pendulous motion, but she relished the breeze on her face. The sun had come on strong this morning, and she could already tell the day would be scorching. Heat radiated up off the cracked concrete around the swing set.
Before they’d all left this morning, she’d been pissed off about being left alone. Oleg had thought she was afraid—which made no sense, given that they were the ones who had tracked down Lagoshin and were going to war. She’d had to explain to him, and not for the first time, that she just didn’t like being left behind.
You’re not a soldier, he’d reminded her.
I didn’t prove myself at Temple’s ranch? she’d demanded.
Then she had seen the pain in his face. He’d told her that he had never wanted to put her in a position where she had to take a life. I didn’t think that was the way you wanted to live, he’d said, and then he’d asked her, politely, to stay behind.