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interesting today.” Stella plunged forward, despite Bishop’s disinterest.  Might as well get to the heart of their visit since beating around bushes never amounted to much after all.
     
    Bishop still refused to look her in the eyes, as he halfheartedly muttered, “Oh?”
     
    “Delilah named the gang involved with the cocaine ring.”  Stella watched Bishop closely, looking for any twitch in his jaw, any flinch, any sudden rigidity in his shoulders.  The man was a complete picture of neutral stoicism though.
     
    “Oh.”
     
    Stella narrowed her eyes, resisting the urge to scowl.  Licking her lips, she toed the dark surf.  “You don't sound very surprised.”
     
    Bishop paused after he swallowed.  His mind reeled with options.  He could continue with evasion, or he could be frank.  After all, none of the Seven Tribesmen were being hauled away in handcuffs.  Obviously, Delilah hadn't named the 7T as the snort pushers.  His gaze flickered to Stella, catching her intense stare.  His heart thundered in his chest under the heat of her gaze, as he gently put down his half-eaten burger.  His voice didn't betray his internal excitement though.  “I'm not.”
     
    “Is she lying?”  Relief zipped through Stella's mind, as Bishop met her gaze head-on.  His avoidance was starting to worry Stella.  Even if his gray gaze held a guarded expression and his tone fell flat, if she could see his eyes, it would solidify the 7T's innocence in her heart.
     
    Bishop shrugged his shoulders and replied, “I can't say.”
     
    Stella sighed in frustration.  She pinched the bridge of her nose, seeking a happy balance to their little conflict.  The fact glistened in her mind that she trusted Bishop to tell her the trut h— if they spoke candidly to one another.  “Look, if I talk freely about this, will you give me your word you won't take matters into your own hands?”
     
    “I'm flattered my word would mean so much to you, Agent Holmes.”  Bishop leaned back in his chair.  Pain echoed through his muscles and along his leg, but he didn't allow it to show across his face.  He crossed his arms over his chest, his jaw clenched with determination. “But club business is club business.”
     
    “Arthur.” Stella stared at him, disbelieving the direction of his candor.  This wasn't unexpected though.  They had gone back to their respective lives.  No matter how many hot nights or orgasms they shared, they both remained on very opposite sides of the law.  Stella swallowed down the disappointment, as it crawled up her throat. 
     
    “The Seven Tribesmen will take care of the problem gang as we see fit.”  Bishop's resolve firmed with his every word.  His muscles tensed though they complained with various levels of ache.  The gunshot wound on his calf screamed under the tight tension.  Bishop held on to all of it, concentrating on the pain in order to sweep the other emotions away.
     
    “And what if it is more than one gang, Mr. Bishop?”  Anger steeled Stella's voice.  She jumped to her feet, and worry dotted her thoughts along with frustration.  Bishop's pigheaded decision could get the Seven Tribesmen killed!  Stella's heart twisted painfully at the very thought.  “What then?  Will you send your men to their deaths for some testosterone-driven, vindictive sense of revenge?”
     
    “They knew what they signed up for when they joined.”  Bishop's eyebrows lowered into an angry 'v' as he followed Stella's movement.  His muscles tightened and his jaw ached, as he clenched his teeth.  Pain bit through his thoughts and body, keeping his warm enamor concerning Stella far away.
     
    “Yeah?  Is Thomas Shupe out of the hospital yet?” snapped Stella.  Rage and fear completely blanketed her thoughts, manifesting in pointed, venomous words. “Or is he still recovering from the price of loyalty?”
     
    As the words rang out through the air, silence descended.  Stella gasped and a hand