WRECKED: CHOSEN FEW MC - BOOK TWO: OUTLAW BIKER/ALPHA ROMANCE by Nessa Connor

magic box in the office. I’ll tell you over there.”
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    When Luc had his computer open on the desk and a cold beer in his hand he nodded at Greg. “Okay, what do you need?”
    “I want you to find out about someone.”
    “Like I said, no worries, but a name would be a good place to start.”
    Greg looked through the door. Carly was totally absorbed in her work. “Malcolm Innes.”
    Luc put down the beer in his hand and smiled. “A name like that makes it easy. Not common. Even a simple search engine run through should find some stuff. If it’s special stuff, we can avail ourselves of data collected with our tax dollars. So is there anything particular you want to know?”
    “His wife is dead… see if there is anything about that, like if it was suspicious or anything. Other than that, any arrests or bust ups. He’s got a kid, and if there is anything that might point to problems for him…”
    “Anything you do know about him?”
    “He doesn’t think much of the government.”
    “Who does? Bad mouthing the people at the top is about forty percent of what you find on social media.”
    “Whatever that means.”
    “So all those things… what do you really want to know?”
    “If he’s serious trouble or a whack job.”
    “Some are both.”
    “Sure enough. Look him up and make your best guess.”
    “You targeting him for something?”
    “No. He was giving Carly’s teacher a bunch of shit at the school. He backed down when I suggested he wouldn’t like the consequences of pursuing that particular line. I thought he was just a loudmouth, but now I wonder if I didn’t take him seriously enough.”
    Luc chuckled. “Carly came in for a soda and was talking about what happened. She said you were sweet on this Wilford lady.”
    “Oh, she did, did she?”
    “She also said she was disappointed when you didn’t kick Brian’s father’s ass right on the playground.”
    “Her words?”
    Luc held up his hands. “I paraphrased. Can’t remember her exact words.”
    “I bet.”
    “It shouldn’t take long to find out the basics.”
    “Basics, that’s what I need.”
    “Give me a few minutes of peace and quiet.
    Greg left Luc to his work and went to check on Carly who was wearing grease-covered overalls and a huge smile. “I about got her done, Wrench.”
    “Did you really say you wish I’d kicked Brian’s father’s ass?”
    She grinned. “Something like that, but I said it more ladylike.”
    “Right. And if I had, how do you think that would make Brian feel?”
    She scowled. “I didn’t think about that. It’s just that he needs someone standing up to him. You did, and I was just wishing you’d take him down a notch, so that maybe he’d stop being such an…. being something I get in trouble for saying, but everyone else says around here.”
    “Fair enough, but I don’t think Mrs. Turnbull or Ms. Wilford would have been impressed if I had.”
    “Probably not.”
    “Think of a situation like that as if you are working on an engine. You don’t just do the obvious thing and call it good. You need to consider the problem from all the angles if you want it to run right. Besides, Innes is a big guy. He might’ve kicked my ass.”
    She laughed at the idea. “No way, Wrench.”
    Her confidence was flattering, but Greg wished he could be so sure.
    “I’ll be in the office with Luc if you need anything.”
    As Carly picked up a wrench and went back to work, Greg returned to where Luc was waiting.
    “Done?”
    “Well, there is quite a lot on your man. It would take time to sort through it all, but he is a real vocal hater. He comments on blogs that are pro and con almost everything the government does. If the government blinks, he’s got an opinion, not just on what they did but why they did it. He seems to fall into the group that thinks there is a conspiracy to create a one world government, but there’s stuff about aliens and them putting implants in our brains. Thing is, I can’t