Whispered Truths (God's Reapers MC Book 2) Read Online Free

investigation into God’s Reapers. The walls were covered in pictures of the various members along with their names, aliases, and frequent contacts. There were listings of falsified order forms and criminal records. She scanned the wall for David’s picture, finally finding it tucked away in the corner. It was a picture taken with a lens from far away. In the picture David was standing next to his bike laughing at something. He looked young and carefree. Olivia wondered what he had been laughing at when that picture was taken, and where he was now.
     
    “This is classified, so you know that you can’t tell anyone, right?” Farraday said. “We got a call, someone on the inside told us about a shipment of weed coming through. Guy knew everything about the drop: the truck, license plate, when it would cross the border, everything.”
     
    “Who was it?” Olivia asked.
     
    “No idea, someone in the organization, someone high up. But we don’t know who. Listen.” The detective pulled up the recording on her computer and pushed play. The voice that came through was modified and robotic sounding. There was no way to know who the person speaking was, or even if it was a man or a woman.
     
    “There will be a large shipment of marijuana sent to a warehouse on Eighteenth and Marigold. That space belongs to the God’s Reapers, behind the shelves of automotive parts is a processing facility for the intake. The truck will be driven in and then left sitting in the warehouse until the shipment is done.” The robotic voice continued, giving away key details and specific scenarios. The voice gave away passwords the gang used, times they usually worked, license numbers for vehicles involved in the transaction. This must have been what it felt like to open King Tut’s tomb and seeing all the wealth and gold staring back at you. Someone had given the police everything they could have wanted to end the Reapers. But who had done it?
     
    “And you have no idea who it was?” Olivia asked again. It seemed impossible that someone would give all of this information and then not get the credit. Maybe it was a member who had switched sides. But that didn’t seem right to Olivia. Bikers were loyal to a fault. They had almost a hundred of them sitting in lock up on big charges and not one of them had said a word. Even after plea deals had been offered, they were not known to talk.
     
    A beep sung through the room and the detective frowned as she checked her phone. “I have to go deal with something. Lock the door behind you when you leave,” she said, getting up and walking out of the room, the door swinging closed behind her.
     
    For a moment, Olivia stood in the center of the room debating her options. She knew that she could get in a lot of trouble for what she was thinking. A lot of trouble. She could be charged with a felony; she could lose her job and not just a job, but everything she had ever worked for. But that was if she got caught. If she played her cards right, then she and David would be the only people to hear it.
     
    Quickly Olivia pulled out her phone and found her voice-recording app. She pulled it up and hit record and then hit play on the computer, letting the robotic voice fill her ears. It didn’t sound familiar to her at all, but there was a strange cadence to it. Whoever the person was, he or she wasn’t from Marina’s Crest. 
     
    “Still here?” Farraday asked she entered the room. Olivia tried to look cool and calm; she managed not to jump when the detective entered. She kept her voice even and her movements minimal.
     
    “Yeah, just listening to this call,” Olivia said. “The guy has a weird way of speaking, right. Did you guys check around to see if anyone knows the accent?”
     
    “Yeah, it’s regional from somewhere up north, but there’s no real way of knowing where the guy was from. When they distort the voice like that, it’s a bit of a fool’s errand to try and figure anything out