Bullies Sla-pped New Girl Cheerleader — Unaware Her Father Is A Hell Angels
Chapter 9
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She put her phone in her pocket and walked to her next class. She didn't tell anyone what she had. Not yet.That evening, Tyler Greer sat in his truck in his father's driveway and made three phone calls.The first was to Brandon Holt. He told Brandon what happened and Brandon laughed and called Cass a name that doesn't bear repeating.The second was to Madison. He told her about the bracelet. Madison said, "Good. Maybe she'll transfer."The third call was not to a friend. It was to his father. Sheriff Dale Greer picked up on the second ring as well. Different man, same habit."Hey, Tyler," he said."What happened?" his father said. Not a question from him either. Like father, like son.Tyler told him—not everything. Not the bracelet, not the foot, none of the specific details. Just the version that made him look like he'd been pushed first."New girl," he said, "transfer from Clarksville, causing trouble.""What kind of trouble?""Just making things uncomfortable. She's on the cheer squad now, shouldn't be.""What's her name?""Malone," Tyler said, "Cassidy Malone."There was a pause on the other end of the line. Sheriff Greer said nothing for a long moment. When he spoke again, his voice was careful. Just a degree or two more careful than it had been."Malone," he repeated. "Yeah? From Clarksville?""That's what she said."Another pause, shorter this time."Let me look into it," his father said. "Don't do anything else."Tyler frowned. "I didn't do anything.""I know," his father said. "Keep it that way."He hung up. Tyler sat in the truck for a minute, confused by the tone of that call. His father didn't usually go careful like that. His father was usually the loudest voice in the room. The one who told other people what the rules were. He'd never heard Dale Greer go careful over a name before. He didn't know what to make of it. He went inside and forgot about it. The way young men with no real consequences tend to forget things.But Dale Greer did not forget.He sat in his office for a long time that night with his hands flat on the desk. Thinking about a name he hadn't heard in a long time. Malone. Ray Malone. He'd heard that name years ago in a context he had no interest in revisiting. He'd hoped he'd never have reason to hear it again.He picked up his phone and called a man he knew in Clarksville. A man who knew people. A man who kept his ear to the ground about certain things.