It’s fuzzy, obviously a still from some security camera that’s been enhanced. He’s not wearing his colors. I still recognize the cocky set of the shoulders and one of the tattoos on his neck. Shadow.

“Time and date are at the bottom.” Rooster says quietly.

It’s dated a couple days before Sway was shot.

“How convenient,” Smoke sneers.

“Come the fuck on,” Steer spits out. He sits forward and motions for me to hand him the photo. “Jesus Christ,” he whispers after studying the photo.

“You got any idea how many fucking computers and security systems I had to break into?” Rooster says to Smoke. “He rented it in Jersey figuring we wouldn’t look there since he had no business being in their territory.”

Steer passes the photo down the table and lifts his chin at Rooster. “You still have the actual video?”

“I got copies of everything. Including the video where his wife confesses what went down to Jigsaw.” He shoots a glare at Smoke. “Anyone who wants to examine my evidence is more than welcome to. I printed that out before we sat down but there’s lots more.”

“All right. That’s damning enough.” I lift my chin at Rooster. “What do you have on Malone’s?”

“Word is he did it for the insurance money so he could pay off DeLova.”

“Is it possible Shadow got his wires crossed and thought DeLova was coming?” Hustler asks.

Dumb theory, but I get it. We’re all grasping at straws. Struggling to wrap our minds around a brother betraying the club.

“Anything’s possible.” Rooster shrugs. “My guess is Malone hired Shadow to burn the place down. Maybe when Shadow showed up with more people, it made Malone trigger happy. Or maybe Shadow thought it would be an easy way to get rid of his Z problem.”

Fury burns through me. “Y’all need to get your priorities straight. After what went down with Bull, every single member should’ve been vetted more thoroughly.”

I should rein in my temper. Antagonizing everyone at the table when I’m trying to bring them together isn’t the smartest move, but fuck, I’m pissed.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Lilly

I’m exhausted, but too anxious to sleep after talking to Z. While I told him exactly what Shadow said and did, I left out the parts where I encouraged Shadow’s behavior in the beginning of our encounter.

I feel that’s something I need to confess in person.

My phone buzzes and I notice a text from Hope.

Instead of answering, I call her back. Obviously, she’s up.

“Hey, everything okay?” I say as soon as she answers.

“I was going to ask you that. Rock, Wrath, and Dex just headed down your way.”