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Crow stared at Razor. “I thought Bishop was dead.”
“Apparently not,” Ghost said.
Angel turned to Crow. “Who is he?” Crow didn't answer. “Jesus Christ. Does anyone in this fucking barn know how to answer a question?” she shouted. Despite everything, Hammer laughed, and Ghost didn't blame him.
Crow finally spoke. “Bishop was a cop.”
Angel went still. “What kind of cop?”
“State police,” Crow said.
Ghost's stomach tightened. “Was he dirty?” he asked.
Crow laughed weakly. “Filthy.”
“What was his real name?” Monster asked.
“I never knew,” Crow said.
Angel looked at Razor. “And my mother worked with him?”
“Sometimes,” Crow said.
“Why?” she asked.
“She needed information the club couldn't get,” Crow said.
“About what?” Angel asked.
Crow looked at her. “Your father.”
That landed hard. Angel stepped back. “My mother was investigating Dad?”
“No.” Crow shook his head. “She was trying to protect him.”
Angel laughed bitterly. “There it is again.” Ghost walked over to her, but he didn't touch her. He wanted to, but instead, he stood beside her. He stood close enough that she could decide if she wanted him near her or not. After a moment, her fingers slipped into his. Ghost looked down at their joined hands and then at her, but she didn't look at him. She still held on, and so did he. Mouse's voice came through the earpiece. “Got something.”
Everyone quieted. “Talk to me,” Monster said.
“The call bounced through about twelve different places, but whoever Bishop is, he's not as smart as he thinks,” Mouse said.
“Did you get his location?” Monster asked.
“Not on exact location,” Mouse admitted.
Ghost squeezed Angel's hand. “Where?”
Mouse hesitated. “Raven's Hollow.” Razor swore, and Ghost smiled.
“Looks like Bishop wants to play,” Ghost said.
“There's more,” Mouse said.
“Of course there fucking is,” Monster muttered.
Mouse continued. “I pulled old state police records based on the timeline Crow gave us.”
Ghost looked at Crow. “And?”
