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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
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Chapter 349 Mission Not Impossible
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Scarlett and her father were sitting in the living room on the big beige sofa.
"That was fun," Decker said. "The more I see Jax, the more I like him."
"I never expected to like him. I thought he would just be an MC thug that I could easily manipulate."
"There's a side to him that won't have a problem solving something with his fists if needed, but he's a smart guy. He'll be a good leader."
"As long as he doesn't plan on leading me," Scarlett said. "I told him I don't like to be told what to do."
"Do you remember when you told me that when you were little?"
"I don't think so."
"That's because you quit saying it to me. You said I couldn't tell you what to do and I told you to breathe. My hard-headed little daughter held her breath. When you finally took a breath, you were so mad," her father said chuckling.
"That does sound like me," she admitted. "I really hope Jax isn't my half-brother. I guess it's better to get my heart broken now than to fall deeper in love. Maybe I'd rather not know."
"It's too late. Once the thought entered your head, you knew you had to know. It will drive you crazy until you find out."
"It's already driving me crazy."
"We'll know in a few days. I'll drop off the samples tomorrow and in 48 to 72 hours we should know. I'm going to head up to bed. I need to get an early start in the morning. I'm sure I'll be gone by the time you get up."
He gave his daughter a hug before heading upstairs.
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Decker was in his beige pick up truck on his way by seven. He parked on the street and waited. About an hour later, he watched Clay leave on his bike. Ten minutes or so later, Gemma came out, got in her car and left.
He waited twenty minutes just in case one of them forgot something and returned to the house. Everything about his appearance was designed to not be remembered. He was wearing khaki pants, khaki work shirt and work boots. He'd added a beige wind breaker, sunglasses and a hat. It gave him a little more of a disguise. Beige was the color of small town camouflage. He grabbed a clipboard and left the truck.
Decker was betting that Clay wouldn't use an alarm system. He was the president of SAMCRO, Clay would believe that would make him immune to burglars. There was a promising window in the back that was open. He could climb through there, but he'd found that someone had left the patio door open a couple of inches and hadn't locked the screen door.
Each time he entered a place like this, he wondered if this would be the time he'd trigger an alarm. It wouldn't matter if he did trip an alarm. He would be in and out in under a minute.
He pulled on a pair of latex gloves and entered the house. No alarm. He'd gotten the psychology right. He quickly walked through the house heading for the bedrooms. He found what he was looking for out in the hall. It was a clothes hamper. He opened the hamper, dug swiftly through it until he found a pair of Clay's briefs, put them in the plastic bag inside his wind breaker and left. As he left, he made sure he returned the patio door back to the exact amount it was open.
From leaving the truck to returning to the truck, it had taken him less them two minutes.