Tip of the Spear: Devil Chasers (Lima Six Motorcycle Club Book 3) by Kathryn Thomas Page B
Authors: Kathryn Thomas
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back had just begun.
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Leo was last to arrive at the rendezvous point where they could watch Longdraw road, pulling his truck off to join Copper, Fitz and Matt, and their three trucks.
“Glad you could join us,” Copper teased.
“Hey! I was in Fort Stockton when I heard about it. You should be glad I made it at all. They here?”
“Jesus!” Matt exclaimed. “You must have been flying low to get here.”
“Between ninety and a hundred the whole way. I didn’t want to miss the fun.”
“No. Nobody has gone down there. I hope this isn’t some wild goose chase. Or a setup,” Fitz said watching the turn off through a pair of binoculars.
“Well, if it is a setup, we’re fucked anyway. But at least we won’t be in the thick of it and nobody will see us unless they know where to look. I’m more worried about picking them up after the exchange,” Copper said.
“I guess we’ll find out in a few minutes. Two SUVs, a black Explorer and a red Expedition just turned onto Longdraw.
“Reckon that’s the cartel?” Leo asked.
“Why else would anyone go down there?” Matt said.
Leo shrugged. Longdraw was one of the numerous dirt roads in the area that weaved in and around the canyons but ultimately went nowhere except to abandoned mines or watering tanks for cattle.
“Well lookee here, fella’s. Looks like we have some brothers,” Fitz said with false bravado just as the sound of Harley engines reached them. “Got three on bikes and the ‘burban.”
“Not a setup then,” Matt said with a kick at the dirt that stirred a small cloud of dust.
“How are we going to know which vehicle has the drugs?” Copper asked.
“It will be one of the Fords. Why transfer them?” Leo said. “My guess is the Explorer, but we’ll follow which ever one doesn’t head back out in the desert.”
While Fitz continued to watch Copper and Matt glanced at each other and shrugged. “Sounds like a plan,” Copper agreed.
Dust cloud coming this way,” Fitz said less than ten minutes later.
“Let’s roll, boys,” Leo said as he turned toward his Tahoe. “Tell us which way they go,” he added to Fitz.
“You sure you don’t want me to come along?” Fitz asked, never pulling the field glasses down.
“Not this time. There is no way we can get down there before they turn onto 170. We need to know which way to go to catch up. Besides, if we three can’t handle it, this whole plan is doomed.”
As Fitz watched, the other three men piled into their trucks and SUV and roared away down the dirt road. They had at least a five minute drive to reach highway 170 and then another five minutes to get back to Longdraw. If the drugs turned East, they were going to have to haul ass to catch up with them.
Leo was hammer down on 170 toward Longdraw when his phone rang. “Go Fitz.”
“They went East, all six vehicles.”
“Copy that, Fitz,” Leo said as he buried the throttle and the Tahoe surged ahead.
“Kick their ass, Leo.”
“Count on it,” he said before he tossed the phone into the passenger seat.
It took them fifteen minutes of hard running before they caught the Explorer heading North on 118. Leo had to guess when they reached 118 without catching them, so he had turned North because that was the direction he had followed the drugs before and South went nowhere likely.
They followed the explorer until they were about halfway to Alpine, and smack in the middle of the big nothing that is South Texas. Leo picked up his phone and dialed Copper. “You ready?”
“Give the word.”
“I’m going to get in front. Let Matt know. When I see one of you come up alongside, I’ll start slowing down.”
“Copy that,” Copper said then hung up.
Leo juiced the Tahoe, running down the Explorer and whipping around it to get in front. One nice thing about the big nothing, it made
***
Leo was last to arrive at the rendezvous point where they could watch Longdraw road, pulling his truck off to join Copper, Fitz and Matt, and their three trucks.
“Glad you could join us,” Copper teased.
“Hey! I was in Fort Stockton when I heard about it. You should be glad I made it at all. They here?”
“Jesus!” Matt exclaimed. “You must have been flying low to get here.”
“Between ninety and a hundred the whole way. I didn’t want to miss the fun.”
“No. Nobody has gone down there. I hope this isn’t some wild goose chase. Or a setup,” Fitz said watching the turn off through a pair of binoculars.
“Well, if it is a setup, we’re fucked anyway. But at least we won’t be in the thick of it and nobody will see us unless they know where to look. I’m more worried about picking them up after the exchange,” Copper said.
“I guess we’ll find out in a few minutes. Two SUVs, a black Explorer and a red Expedition just turned onto Longdraw.
“Reckon that’s the cartel?” Leo asked.
“Why else would anyone go down there?” Matt said.
Leo shrugged. Longdraw was one of the numerous dirt roads in the area that weaved in and around the canyons but ultimately went nowhere except to abandoned mines or watering tanks for cattle.
“Well lookee here, fella’s. Looks like we have some brothers,” Fitz said with false bravado just as the sound of Harley engines reached them. “Got three on bikes and the ‘burban.”
“Not a setup then,” Matt said with a kick at the dirt that stirred a small cloud of dust.
“How are we going to know which vehicle has the drugs?” Copper asked.
“It will be one of the Fords. Why transfer them?” Leo said. “My guess is the Explorer, but we’ll follow which ever one doesn’t head back out in the desert.”
While Fitz continued to watch Copper and Matt glanced at each other and shrugged. “Sounds like a plan,” Copper agreed.
Dust cloud coming this way,” Fitz said less than ten minutes later.
“Let’s roll, boys,” Leo said as he turned toward his Tahoe. “Tell us which way they go,” he added to Fitz.
“You sure you don’t want me to come along?” Fitz asked, never pulling the field glasses down.
“Not this time. There is no way we can get down there before they turn onto 170. We need to know which way to go to catch up. Besides, if we three can’t handle it, this whole plan is doomed.”
As Fitz watched, the other three men piled into their trucks and SUV and roared away down the dirt road. They had at least a five minute drive to reach highway 170 and then another five minutes to get back to Longdraw. If the drugs turned East, they were going to have to haul ass to catch up with them.
Leo was hammer down on 170 toward Longdraw when his phone rang. “Go Fitz.”
“They went East, all six vehicles.”
“Copy that, Fitz,” Leo said as he buried the throttle and the Tahoe surged ahead.
“Kick their ass, Leo.”
“Count on it,” he said before he tossed the phone into the passenger seat.
It took them fifteen minutes of hard running before they caught the Explorer heading North on 118. Leo had to guess when they reached 118 without catching them, so he had turned North because that was the direction he had followed the drugs before and South went nowhere likely.
They followed the explorer until they were about halfway to Alpine, and smack in the middle of the big nothing that is South Texas. Leo picked up his phone and dialed Copper. “You ready?”
“Give the word.”
“I’m going to get in front. Let Matt know. When I see one of you come up alongside, I’ll start slowing down.”
“Copy that,” Copper said then hung up.
Leo juiced the Tahoe, running down the Explorer and whipping around it to get in front. One nice thing about the big nothing, it made
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