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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 302 Show of Force
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Josh Kohn thought that parking outside Tara's house was working out great when she and the blonde girl he'd seen her with before were in her driveway and he thought the two women were going to kiss. He was really excited until some lunatic ran over and shoved a broom handle through his radiator a couple of times.
He wondered where Tara had to go that she needed to call in help to disable his car. The guy hadn't been wearing a cut but he was sure the guy had some kind of tie to the MC.
Having to call the rental car agency, getting picked up and getting another car had all been a nuisance. Nothing more. What really pissed him off was not knowing where Tara went.
The next afternoon, he went to the police station and chatted up David Hale to see if he could pick up any information on the Sons. He was surprisingly tight-lipped or maybe Hale didn't know anything.
Life was not like TV. This was the biggest thing wrong with it. Nothing ever got solved in sixty minutes or even over the span of a TV season. It was a lot of endless leads that turned to nothing.
No one wanted to talk to him and no one knew anything about the Sons. He had people look him in the eye and say they had no idea who Jax Teller was even when he showed them pictures of them with Jax Teller. He reminded them lying to a federal law enforcement officer was a crime. Some of them actually laughed in his face. There wasn't a lot of respect for the feds these days. Was he the only one who worshipped the ground James Comey walked on?
He and Hale were standing outside when they heard the roar of motorcycles. Bikers wearing SOA cuts flooded the street. He didn't know how many, but there must have been at least fifty maybe more.
"What the hell is going on?" Josh asked Hale.
"Definitely a show of force," Hale said.
"Who is the show for?" Josh demanded.
"The town and my guess is whoever is going to be the topic of this meeting."
"What do you think is going on?"
"I don't even want to guess," Hale said clearly worried.
Josh watched the motorcycle parade until the last bike went by before getting into his silver Chevy rental. He thought this might be a good night to stay in his motel room and do computer research on the Sons. Of course he wasn't scared. Teller wouldn't call in a bunch of bikers to deal with him. If they were plotting against the ATF, Teller might call in all the Sons.
Damn, he should have thought of a way to bug the meeting. At this rate, he would never shut the Sons down and his dream of walking Jax in handcuffs by Tara would stay a dream.
Tonight was going to be a Tara surveillance free night too. He didn't want to know what she was going to do tonight because he was afraid of the answer. He was afraid she was going to the clubhouse. Once a biker's slut, always a biker's slut.
He wondered if the blonde and Tara shared Teller in some twisted threesome or if Tara just screwed any biker. If she gave herself to every guy, why the hell didn't she give herself to him? They'd had sex a couple of times. Most of those times worked out except those three times when he wasn't able to stand to attention as he liked to put it. Damned black market Viagra.
He got back to his second floor motel room with some deli sandwiches, a six pack of diet Coke and a bag of chocolate chip cookies. He'd spend a nice evening with his food using his laptop to destroy the Sons.
Tonight was the night when he would make that breakthrough that would bring down the Sons. After all his fantasies about Tara and bringing down the Sons, he had one last fantasy starring James Comey. Comey would shake his hand and say he was proud of him. That wasn't as good as sex with Tara, but it was a close second