“Were you having sex with her recently?” Jonas asked bluntly.
“Hell no. I’m engaged. I’m with Seychelle.”
“You were on a run recently. Did you have sex with her then? Sex is covering oral as well as penetrating her.”
Savage was starting to get pissed. “Did you not hear what I said? I never penetrated her. I fucked her mouth a hell of a long time ago. Certainly not on the run. I had no interest in having sex with her. Or having her blow me, if that’s your next fucking question. I’m in love with my fiancée and don’t want any other fucking woman to touch me.”
“Savage,” Absinthe said quietly. “Jonas is just doing his job.”
“Seychelle was with me on the run,” Savage bit out between clenched teeth. “She was with me Saturday night when we fucked liked rabbits. She was with me when we drove home in the truck Sunday morning, leaving the campground around three A.M. because she was so damn sick, she couldn’t stop puking. And she’s been with me this entire time, right here in this house, ever since.”
“You drove home in the truck Sunday at three o’clock in the morning because she was sick?” Jonas echoed. “Why was she sick?”
“I don’t know, Jonas, why do people get sick?” Savage snapped.
“I can’t drink alcohol or take most kinds of pain relievers; I’m allergic,” Seychelle supplied. “I was pretty sick.”
Jonas flicked his gaze toward Jackson, and Savage wanted to tear his head off his shoulders. He knew Jonas was confirming that Seychelle told the truth. The club would have done the same thing, asking Absinthe, but it still angered him that Jonas didn’t believe Seychelle. Jackson was Jonas’s lie detector, just as Absinthe was Torpedo Ink’s.
“How did you get your bike home?” Jonas asked.
“Mechanic or Transporter drove it home.” Savage turned to Seychelle just to give himself a little breathing room. “Which reminds me, babe, I still haven’t picked up my bike. I’ll have to get on that.”
“Your statement is you drove home Sunday at three o’clock in the morning in the truck with Seychelle and you were here in this house all day Sunday.”
“That’s correct.”
Jonas sighed. “Girlfriends and fiancées don’t make the best alibis.”
“Oh my God, he thinks you were the one to murder that woman Tawny Farmer,” Seychelle said. “Doris and Inez told me about the murder when they came over for dinner last night. Jonas, he really was with me.”
Jonas glanced at Jackson, who nodded almost imperceptibly. The sheriff still shook his head. “She isn’t going to be a credible witness, Absinthe. You know that.”
“When did this murder actually take place?” Absinthe asked.
“She was killed on Sunday,” Jonas answered.
“Seychelle isn’t my only witness, Jonas,” Savage said. “I have one I doubt you’ll question. Go ask your wife. She was here talking to me in person.”
“Hannah? Why would Hannah be here?”
“I told you, Seychelle was very sick. Hannah came to help. She was here for quite a while both Sunday and Monday. Sent Sabelia here Tuesday.”
“Why would you think Savage had anything to do with Tawny Farmer’s murder?” Absinthe asked.
“Call-in witness said they saw him arguing with her on the side of the rode. She’d been on his bike and they stopped, and he got physical with her. That was the last they saw. Described Savage perfectly and his bike. Described the exact place we found the body.”
“Tracks of a bike?” Czar asked. “Just out of curiosity.”
“Could be why we’re sitting here instead of in an office somewhere. Car tracks on the side of the road.”
“You think she was killed somewhere else?” Czar guessed shrewdly. “And dumped close to Caspar in order to implicate Savage?”
“You know I can’t answer that,” Jonas said. “But you got enemies, Savage, and I’d watch your back.” He stood up. “The word is, Tawny was a government informant. But then word had it she ran with the Diamondbacks. She supposedly ran with the Venomous club. If she was playing the clubs, and informing on them both, she wasn’t going to live a very long life, and her handler had to know that.” He sighed again. “I hope you’re feeling better, Seychelle.”
Savage waited until their vehicle had driven off before he was up and pacing across the floor. The rage in the room was alive and growing with every step. Czar was right there with him. Even Absinthe wasn’t far behind in his anger.
“Those fuckers,” Czar all but snarled. “Pierce didn’t throw the blame on Alena. He put it on you, Savage. After all we did for Plank, that little fucker still went ahead with his plan. We showed him loyalty, worked our asses off and he didn’t call it off. I should have let those hit men slip past us and cut his throat.”
“Unbelievable,” Absinthe said. “We had so many damn bodies stacked up. We gave him his answers. Made certain he knew he was safe and his crew was safe. Seychelle made certain the women were, at great cost to herself. And he pulls this shit. He has that punk enforcer who can’t keep his dick in his pants kill Tawny and blame Savage. We can’t let him get away with this shit, Czar.”