“I thought you wanted to talk over the O’Klaren problem. Rebecca’s shitting herself. Apparently, he approached her at the grocery store. He wanted to take her for coffee. That kind of thing. You think he’s after free pussy?”

“Does it bother you?” Preacher asked.

“With Rebecca? Hell no. If she can help us get this son of a bitch out of our business, I’m all for it. You know I don’t like it when it gets too slow.”

“I’ve got Bishop on the son’s case. He should give us some information.” He rubbed the back of his neck. The urge to kidnap and torture O’Klaren was strong. The biggest problem was it would all come back to the club for now. He needed to know exactly why O’Klaren was here and what he had to do. Preacher was a patient guy when he needed to be, and he wouldn’t get what he wanted for just killing. It would be fun, but not necessary, not right now.

He had to be smart about this, even if he was begging for blood, and he was.

He wanted to wipe that smug smile off the bastard’s face. He really thought he’d won this little war, but he hadn’t even come close.

“You think the son’s going to give us info on the dad?”

“There’s a reason a kid acts out. Think about it, his dad is right up there, being one of the proudest men on the force. Any crew that gets him, always know their figures are going to improve. He’s known for getting the crook and tossing away the key. How does someone who is all about the law and rules, deal with a son who is starting to look like one of mine?”

“Bishop doesn’t have this much on his rap sheet,” Bear said, lifting up a copy of the official document. He let out a whistle. “Attempted sexual assault?”

“It’s not clear. They were in a public restroom. Whoever made the statements didn’t have the best kind of handwriting.” He groaned. “It would be so much easier if I could slit his throat.”

“I know you. If it could be done, you’d have done it already.”

“You’ve got that right. What’s going on with your kid?” Preacher asked.

“Robin?”

“You got any other kid I don’t know about?”

Bear snorted. “Hardly.”

Preacher knew if Bear had fathered any kid, he’d have laid claim to them. He held family in high regard, and even if he hated Rebecca, he still stayed married to her for Robin’s sake.

“Well, how is she?”

“I don’t know. In all honesty I haven’t really seen her. The few times I have, she looks like she wants to say something. I don’t know. She has this guilty look, which makes me wonder if she’s had sex.”

“Do you think she has?”

“Again, I don’t know.” He shrugged. “If she has, then it had to be on Bishop’s birthday, right?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think it’s Bishop,” he said. He shrugged. “Forget I even mentioned it. I don’t know why I even bothered. My kid, he’s worried about her.”