“According to the sheriff, Possum had a following, and they’re not happy about his death. Since they believe the hit came down either from the leadership of the ABT or from the Nation, there’s talk of them breaking off.”
Rebel turned her head so I could see her face. She was ghostly pale. “They blame me.”
I nodded. “It was inevitable, in my opinion. Possum was a serial rapist.”
“But it was me that got him arrested.”
“I’m afraid so.”
“Fuck.” Rebel sat up first and then stood. “Finding Possum’s killer isn’t my biggest problem, is it?”
“Given we have someone on the inside of the Aryan Nation, we may soon have that answer. What our team is referring to as the second objective, may not be.”
“What is it?”
“Neither ABT nor AN is going to be happy when they learn of this break-off group. Our hope is to identify them and let their own organization handle it from there.”
“Kill them?”
“I don’t know exactly.”
She sat back down on the bed. “You said your hope is to identify who the break-off group is.”
“That’s right.”
“How? I mean, how would you go about doing that?”
“A team will go undercover.”
“Into the ABT?”
“That’s right.” Why was she asking? Something told me I wasn’t going to want to know.
“Who are they?”
A question I never would’ve considered answering if asked by any other “civilian.”
“Two of our best. Me and Casper.”
“You?”
I nodded.
“Why can’t this Casper go in alone?”
“We’ll go in as a couple.” When she raised her brows, I added, “Casper is a woman.”
“I want to do it.”
“Do what?”
“I want to be the person who goes in with you.”
There were two reasons that wouldn’t work. First, she had absolutely no training. More importantly, the ABT knew who she was.
“They’ll know who you are the minute you walk in the door.”
“Right.” She slowly closed her eyes and then reopened them. “I want to meet her.”