Game Changer - Hell's Rejects MC Series Book 1

Chapter Forty Four

Dion

Amelia took a good hour to clean herself and the dogs. In the meantime, I helped my guys dispose of the four Italian bodies we'd recently acquired. I had a contact up in California who dealt in 'unwanted' vehicles and let him know I had a high-end SUV needing a new home. He was already on his way down.

We had a stash of fifty-five gallon drums that we used for incidents like this. Some acid, a few days, and we had a nice mush to drain away either into a river, down a mountain, or into a deep hole.

By the time the bodies were neatly packed into the metal drums, Amelia was out on the porch, waiting for me.

"I'll be two minutes," I said, wiping my hands on my pants. "Just need to get changed."

She smiled at me and sat down on the top step, the dogs lounging either side of her.

After a quick change of clothes, I dashed back down the stairs and grabbed the van keys. I joined Amelia on the porch and said, "Ready?"

She grinned at me. "Are we going on the bike?"

I narrowed my eyes at her with a quirky smile. "I was going to take the van but if you want to go on the bike, it's not a problem."

"Please," she said, standing up. "It's so liberating. And I'm not going to be able to go on it soon when I'm the size of a whale."

I laughed and nipped back in the house to swap keys and grab our neck tubes and sunglasses. I came back out and handed her her gear.

As she pulled the neck tube on, she said, "I feel like we should be on that programme, What The Killer Did Next. Going for a bike ride after murdering four people, that's not quite right, is it?"

Chuckling, I replied, "It's all about perspectives, sweetheart. If you feel you should be doing something else right now, then by all means, go on and do it. On the other hand, if this feels natural, then so what? Who's going to judge you?"

"Are you not slightly concerned that I trained my dogs to rip out someone's throat?"

"No," I said, holding my hand out to her. "Because it means if I'm not around, I know you're going to be safe." I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. "By the way, why did you give the order in German?"

She put the dogs back in the house, ordering them to 'guard' whilst we were gone. "I spent a lot of time thinking about the basic commands I would be giving them and the words to use. If I used something simple, and English, such as 'kill', they'd be going for people all the time with the amount that word was spoken. I figured for such a lethal command, it needed to be something that would likely never be said unless it was absolutely necessary."

"You're a clever lady," I said, secretly marvelling at her tactics. We wandered over to the bike, hand in hand, under the desert sun. "And slightly scary."

She grinned as I mounted my bike. "Only slightly? I'll have to work on that."

"You really don't need to."

Giggling, she climbed on behind me and hugged me tight as we headed off to find the secrets of her mom.

***

Twenty minutes later, we pulled into the car park of Yuma PD. A few cars were dotted about, including a couple of PD cruisers and the Sheriff's shiny red Plymouth.

Amelia hopped off the bike and looked around at the brand-new building. "This is bigger than I expected."

"It's new," I replied. "Only a couple of years old. The original police building wasn't big enough anymore to deal with the amount of staff and sometimes the people held in custody. It only had four cells. The population has trebled since those days, meaning the trouble has as well."