Chester’s POV
After talking with the three other girls, I was emotionally exhausted. The one who was passed out had grown up in Black Dawn, in Wisconsin. Apparently the two packs are basically sister packs, one almost as old as the other. She described life just as Heather had, and had lived just like her as well. The other two were from California, traded in by different packs for more guns or drugs.
I shook my head on the way to my rooms, a headache brewing from everything I learned. Both of the ones from California described Karen to a tee as the one who would show up and make deals, the glue holding it all together. If something went wrong; she was bound to show up. I found this information vital, something I could exploit. If Karen was taken out of the picture, it all could almost v
