Rumor had it Sebring did this because his mom had been a prostitute, and she’d been that because she’d been an addict. He’d lived that life with her from birth, and it had scarred him.

Joker got that. He’d entered the underground fight circuit because he’d taken so much physical abuse he had to let it out, and the way he did that had to be as violent as the way he took it.

As jacked as what Sebring did was, when he was a kid, he’d been unable to protect his mom. So now, he did what he had to do to work out the powerlessness that had to have carved itself into his soul.

Yeah, Joker definitely got that.

He parked outside Slade next to Tack, Hop, and Shy’s bikes. He then went to the door that would have a fifty foot long velvet rope leading up to it that night. He put his hand on the handle and opened it.

Slade was where men who put shit in their hair and women who spent eight hundred dollars on shoes went to hook up. So the only times Joker had been there were times like this. When it was empty, silent, cavernous, a huge shell of opulence that was creepy by daylight.

As he walked across the massive space, he saw Tack, Hop, and Shy heading his way.

They stopped in the middle.

“Knight heard about Heidi,” Joker started it.

Tack jerked up his chin. “Needless to say, this didn’t make him happy.”

“Do we want him in this?” Joker asked. “When it comes to shit like this, he has no off button and he doesn’t mind mess.”

“Considering Valenzuela’s involvement and the fact Knight keeps his ear to the ground, when he heard about Heidi, he didn’t go gonzo and tip Armageddon,” Tack told him. “Which would be why we’re here now. And why Mitch and Slim are up in Knight’s office with Hank Nightingale and Valenzuela’s on his way.”

That was a surprise.

“You’re shittin’ me,” Joker said.

“No,” Tack replied. “He’s got somethin’ to say and he wants a sit-down to say it. Whatever it is, Knight agreed not to cave his head in and instead act as mediator.”

“What he did to Heidi, we’re here, we sayin’ we’re not gonna cave his head in?” Joker asked and went on before any of them could answer. “And if that’s true, why?”

“Knight says he makes a convincing case he didn’t do it,” Tack said.

“Bullshit,” Joker bit out.

“You know Sebring’s no idiot,” Shy said quietly.

He did know that.

Fuck.

But if Valenzuela didn’t do it, who did?

Joker looked to Hop and Shy before turning his gaze back to Tack. “This is the sit-down I think it is, not sure why I’m here, brother. I’m not a lieutenant.”