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“Over where?” I asked as I crawled in the back seat of the SUV. Byron was driving and Reynolds was sitting up front with him. It was me, Nadine, and Paolo in the back seat.

“Gray Bones Motorcycle Club.”

I gasped. “What the hell? In Shitty Wilkins?”

“Yes.” Nadine nodded emphatically.

“But they’re…”

“Stone cold killers?” she asked.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“I know. That’s why we’re all dressed like this.”

I took in Byron and Reynolds’ garb as well. They also could pass for spies. At least the movie version of spies.

I looked out the window and thought about how late it already was. It was going to be around three in the morning when we got there. “What exactly are we doing?”

“We’re going to rescue my little sister.”

“You’re going to have to back things way up and tell me about this sister. I know she’s not your mama’s.”

“Goodness, no.” Nadine sighed. “It’s crazy. Mama called me a couple of days ago. Apparently, my daddy didn’t die right after he left us and went to Shitty Wilkins. He got married again, even though he was already married to Mama, and had another kid. Her name’s Jessica Fletcher.”

“Oh, did her mama get remarried?” I knew Nadine’s daddy’s last name was Walker.

“No. Her full name is Jessica Fletcher Walker.”

Paolo and I exchanged a look.

“Wait. Is that like Jessica Fletcher fromMurder, She Wrote?” I asked.

“Exactly. That was her mama’s favorite show. Anyway, my daddy did eventually up and die, leaving Jessica Fletcher and her mama broke. So, when she was eighteen, she found out the Gray Bones MC had a strip club out behind their clubhouse.” She looked at me. “It’s apparently members-only, just like Sugar and Cayenne.”

Reynolds snorted. “Please tell Nico and Carmen that.”

Nadine rolled her eyes. “Okay, notjust likethe Salazar gentleman’s clubs. It’s actually pretty sketchy. You know how we had a choice about working the VIP rooms?”

I nodded.

“Well, these girls don’t. And Jessica Fletcher is, um, their top earner.” She got tears in her eyes. “Anyway, her mama saw in the paper where I’d married Reynolds a while back, and she thought maybe I could help, seeing as how Jessica Fletcher is my half-sister and all.”

“Does she go by Jessica Fletcher instead of Jessica?” I asked gently.

“I think so. That’s what her mama’s called her every time I’ve talked to her. She never calls her just Jessica.” She frowned. “It would be weird, though, don’t you think, for her and some MC guy to be going at it in the VIP room and for him to be all like, “That’s right, Jessica Fletcher, suck harder,” or something like that?” Nadine said, using a deep guy voice to help make her point.

It took everything in me not to laugh, but somehow I managed. Paolo? Not so much. He covered it by pretending to cough, though, so I don’t think Nadine caught on.

“Maybe she has a nickname, like Goldie or something,” Nadine continued.

“That’s… specific. What made you think of that?”

Nadine shrugged. “I don’t know. It just seems more… strippery.”

I decided we should maybe get off the topic of names before Paolo completely lost it and started snorting. “So, what? We’re going to bust into a members-only strip club run by a scary motorcycle gang to rescue your sister?”

“Yes.” Nadine said emphatically.