Chapters (40)
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
"Guess none of our local morons wil make the Nobel short list this year." Kuricek was up to form.
Roy waved down the laughter.
"There's also an elected road captain who takes charge of the runs. Then there are the rank-and-file members -- "
"And he does mean rank." Kuricek held his nose.
"who have a say in matters affecting the group, but the president makes the final decisions. Some of the larger clubs also have a security officer whose duty it is to keep up-to-date information on rival gangs, reporters, lawyers, judges, public officials, witnesses, and, of course, on yours truly."
Roy swept his arm across the room.
"What kind of information?"
"Personal, financial, family members, girlfriends, boyfriends, phone numbers, birth dates, addresses, vehicle descriptions, license plates, places of employment, daily habits, you name it, these guys get it. Their photo col ections make the National Portrait Gal ery look sparse. If there's an intended victim, his dossier may include tips on the best places to kil him."
"Merde!"
"Esti!"
Roy worked his pen from left to right across three boxes on the next to lowest line of the diagram.
"At the bottom of the chapter hierarchy are the prospects, the hang-arounds, and the women."
Roy pointed to the box marked "Probationary Member."
"The 'prospect' or 'striker' must be nominated by a ful patch member. He does al the shitwork around the clubhouse and during runs. Prospects can't vote and they can't attend church."
"Church?" Today the ponytailed investigator wore a silver skul in his ear.
"The mandatory weekly chapter meeting."
"How long does it take to get in?"
"The prospect period averages six months to one year. You can spot these guys because they wear only the bottom rocker of the patch."
"Which gives the chapter location." Ponytail.
"C'est ca. There are several pages showing club colors in the manuals I gave you. Some of them are true artistic marvels."
Roy's pen moved sideways to the box marked 'Associates.'
"A hang-around must also be sponsored by a ful patch member. Some go on to prospect, others never do. Hang-arounds do al kinds of menial jobs, and act as a support structure for the club in the community. They are excluded from al club business."
Two boxes hung from the one at the far right marked 'Female Associates.'
"Women are at the lowest level of the hierarchy and fal into one of two categories. The ole ladies are wives, either common-law or legal, and are off-limits to other gang members, except by invitation. The club 'mamas' or 'sheep' are a different story. How shal I put it?" He raised eyebrows and shoulders. "They mingle freely."
"Warm-hearted ladies, al ." Kuricek.
"Very. Mamas are fair game to any color-wearing member. While the ole ladies enjoy a certain degree of protection, have no doubt about it, outlaw motorcycle gangs are male-dominated and highly chauvinistic. Women are bought, sold, and swapped like hardware."