The night sky was clear, the stars looked almost close enough to touch, It was cold and the wind whipped around Jigsaw's head and cut right through his jacket and vest like a knife. His face was chapped and his lips hurt as the snow flurried around him, soaking his already freezing body to the bone as the Harley roared down the highway and the sounds of it and the rest of the crew's bikes pierced the thick, cold air. He knew he should be miserable, but he wasn't. The only thing he loved more than riding was Kimber. Unless he was with her, there was no place he'd rather be than on the back of his hog...rain, shine, snow, sleet...it didn't matter, it was all thrilling.

Dax was in the lead, with Handsome behind him. Gunner, Cody, Jimmie, Levi and Jigsaw followed them onto the exit toward Roxbury. The scenery changed drastically within minutes as they went from the highway that had recently been cleared by the snow equipment down into the slums of the city. Even covered in fresh, powdery snow it looked dirty and the misery was apparent on every street corner where prostitutes still strutted around half naked and junkies searched for their next fix. Homeless people huddled in the eaves of the mostly condemned buildings and people were so caught up in the business of their own survival that the sounds of the Harleys passing barely netted them a glance. Dax and his small crew were on their way to a warehouse in the center of town. It was abandoned, or so anyone would think by looking at the outside of it. The metal siding was rusted in places, covered with graffiti in others, and the heavy metal doors hung sideways off their hinges. Jigsaw had been there once with Cody to exchange some of the product they grew on the ranch for green they could use to finance it.

As Dax led them through the slums Jigsaw had to wonder how people managed to sleep in places like this. The rats roamed freely through the piles of trash that littered the sidewalks and gutters, and he could only imagine what roamed inside the rotting dwellings. He tried not to think about the kids being raised there. He wondered sometimes if maybe he'd been raised in a place like this. The only memory he had was of the old lady he called “Mamaw,” and he wasn't even sure that was a memory and not just a dream.

He pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind as Dax steered his bike to the left and toward the big, old warehouse that sat twenty-feet from the road. There was an old parking lot in front of it and the asphalt was dotted with deep ruts and loose rocks that made the ride like an obstacle course at that point. By the time he caught up with Dax and Handsome, they were already parked around behind the old building where there was an empty lot filled with the remnants of a homeless camp that had recently caught fire. Jigsaw parked his bike next to theirs and climbed off. His hand went to the back of his jeans as he did, and he made sure his gun was where it was supposed to be. He'd already checked more than once, but he wasn't really sure what to expect tonight. Hunter had found one of the Knightriders who was willing to talk about “Mammoth,” but the guy wanted it all cloaked in darkness and mystery. He wasn't sure anymore if he really wanted to know who he was before and what he'd gotten himself into.

Dax walked into the warehouse first with the rest of the guys at his back. Hunter and the other biker weren't there yet, and Dax had planned it that way so that they could all be out of sight before Hunter got there with Rush. It was why they'd parked in back too. Hunter knew to bring the guy through the front of the warehouse. Hopefully no vagrants would show up while they were there. They at least weren't worried about cops showing up since the part of town they were in was too dangerous even for them.

The Knightrider, a guy that went by the name of Rush, was the only one that had been willing to talk to Hunter about Mammoth. The rest of them simply insisted the guy died in a motorcycle accident and was buried, and that was all there was to it. None of them even seemed to have any fond memories they wanted to share about him. Jigsaw might have been inclined to believe he had just been an unlikable asshole, if Carl Marsh hadn't gone missing off the face of the earth just a few days after Dax had pointed Marcus in his direction. At least that would help out the Skulls. Dax had one of the girls at the club call in an anonymous request for PD to do a welfare check on him. When they got there, they found the door ajar and blood inside the apartment but no traces of Marsh. Jigsaw knew that Dax was holding his breath that Marsh wouldn't show back up before they found the storage locker key and Poe was off the hook for the burglary. And the entire situation seemed to them all to be more proof that there was more to Mammoth's exit from society than a fatal collision with a telephone pole.

Hunter told Jigsaw the day before that his business partner and cousin was looking into Beau Blackwell's background before he became “Mammoth” and a member of the Knightriders MC. It was strange to Jigsaw that if that was the name he'd carried around for close to thirty years, that now it meant nothing to him. He was looking forward more to what they found out about Beau Blackwell than they did Mammoth. The memories he'd lost of being a child and having a family hurt the most. He was sure the woman in his dreams was his grandmother and he was the little boy...but were his parents really dead and did he have any siblings? So many unanswered questions. As far as Mammoth went, Hunter said that even Natalie seemed to shy away from talking about him. Supposedly when he died, they were engaged, but now just a year later she seemed to be happy to forget that he ever existed. It made Jigsaw think he'd definitely ended up with the right sister at least.

“Okay Jig, Hunter just texted that they're about five minutes out. Gunner and Cody will be out back, Handsome and I are going up in the loft there,” Dax shone his light up above them and Jigsaw could see a ladder that led up to a small loft in the corner. “And Jimmie will go around to the front once Hunter and Rush are inside. You'll be completely covered, just in case.” Dax's concern wasn't the guy Hunter was bringing. He was worried that the whole thing might turn out to be a setup if Marcus had somehow figured out that Jigsaw...or Mammoth was still alive and staying at the ranch.

“I'm good,” Jigsaw said. Dax nodded and he watched the flashlight go out when the Prez was about halfway up the ladder. The warehouse was dark but he didn't turn on his own light until he heard the motorcycles approaching. He heard the engines shut off and a few seconds later, Hunter, dressed in his signature Crocodile Dundee vest and hat and a younger man with long brown hair and round blue eyes in a Knightrider kutte walked in.

“Hey Jigsaw, this is Rush.”

“Fuck me...” The biker was looking at Jigsaw like he'd seen a ghost. His face had gone pale and his hands, at his sides, were shaking. “It can't be. No fucking way...”

“I guess you two know each other, already,” Hunter said, taking a step back so that Jigsaw and Rush were facing each other.

“What made you think I was dead?” Jigsaw asked. Rush, still visibly shaken said,

“I need to sit down. I think I'm going to be sick.”

Jigsaw looked at Hunter. Hunter rolled his eyes and went over to the corner of the warehouse and found an empty barrel. He rolled it over and Rush sat down on it. He put his head forward in his hands and sat there like that for several minutes. When it seemed like he wasn't going to say anything Hunter said, “Can you tell him what you told me?”

Rush looked up at Jigsaw again. “He'll kill me if he finds out that I'm talking to any of you.”

“As long as you tell us what you know, they'll never have to find out,” Hunter said. “We'll take care of you.”

“What do they think you're doing in Boston?” Jigsaw asked.

In a shaky voice Rush said, “They don't know I'm in Boston. I told them I had to go home because my old man was sick. He lives in Concord.”

“Why did everyone think I was dead?” Jigsaw tried again. His mind was still processing the fact that the other man recognized him and the odds were likely he was this Mammoth guy.

Sweat was beginning to bead up on the man's forehead. “Because you...fuck man, how are you standing here?” Jigsaw looked at Hunter. They were getting nowhere with this guy.

“Start at the beginning,” Hunter told Rush. “Just tell him what you told me.”

Still looking up at Jigsaw like he was laying eyes on a dead man, Rush began to talk, “We were having a party at this club we were allying with, the Blackhawks. They're a new club in Brooklyn and they have some pretty tight contacts with the IRA. Marcus had just closed a deal with them, one that was going to be lucrative for all of us. They threw this big party for us and we were all drunk off our asses. I was hitting on this hot little redhead, but she hadn't sworn into the club yet and she didn't have a room. All the spare rooms were taken and even the bathrooms were full. Hell, I was ready to fuck her right there in the common room...”

“Do we really need so much detail?” Jigsaw growled. He wasn't interested in hearing about this little man's conquests. Rush looked at Hunter and Hunter said,

“It's annoying Jig, I know. But, his story is going somewhere.” Jigsaw sighed and when he didn't say anything else, Rush went on,

“So anyways, she told me she wasn't going to fuck right there in the open, but she was willing to take it outside. She took me out through the kitchen where the door faced this alley. We didn't go far, just where the light wasn't on us any longer and we started to get freaky...I'd just gotten her skirt up when I heard this fucking bloodcurdling scream. I'll be honest and tell you that I'm not the nicest fucking guy on the planet. I was going to ignore it, but the redhead she went all stiff and rigid on me, telling me a gentleman would go see what was going on. I was trying to sweettalk her when we heard a girl's voice asking for help and screaming again. I still didn't give a shit what was going on, but I wasn't getting any at that point, so I went in the direction of the scream. I got to the end of that alley where it ran into another one and I could hear men's voices then, angry ones. I realized one of them sounded like Marcus, my Prez. I really didn't want to get involved at that point, Marcus is a chill guy most of the time...but he's got one hell of a dark side. To this day man I wish I would have turned around and walked away. But instead, I got nosy. I stayed in the shadows but got closer so I could hear what was going on. I could only see silhouettes, but there were two big ones, and one small one that looked like a woman. I could hear crying, sobbing. Marcus was yelling at the other guy, telling him to mind his own fucking business and when the other guy spoke, I recognized his voice too...it was you.”

“Me?” Jigsaw said.

“Yeah...Mammoth, shit. Hunter told me you don't remember any of this. Fuck, probably because you're dead...” Jigsaw stepped closer and leaned down into the man's face.

“Do I look fucking dead to you?”

“No,” he said in a shaky voice. “It's just...I...”

“Just tell the story,” Hunter said again. Rush nodded.

“Okay, anyways, it was you and Marcus arguing. The gist I got was that he was forcing himself on that woman and you were trying to stop him. I was thinking you were crazy but then I heard you say something that changed everything. That ‘woman’ was really a girl, and the daughter of Cyclops...the VP of the Blackhawks. She was fucking fourteen years old.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah. You were kind of calm at first, like maybe you just thought Marcus was stupid drunk and he didn't realize it. But the more you talked, the nastier Marcus got. He finally reached down and grabbed that girl by the hair and that's when you pulled out your gun. You put it against his head man...I knew one of you had to fucking die that night because there was no way Marcus would fucking let you get away with that. He let go of the girl and you told her to go on, but before she took off Marcus told her, even with your gun to his head, that if she said one word to anyone he would kill her daddy and then he'd fuck her and her mama and kill them too. I watched you shove him down to his knees and I didn't fucking want to witness you kill him...I didn't want to know any fucking thing when people started asking questions, so I fucking turned around and ran.”

“You ran?” Jigsaw was torn between wanting to hear the rest of the story and disgust for the coward telling it.

“If you killed him man and anyone saw me anywhere near there, they would have fucking tortured the truth out of me. You might not remember these guys but I'm telling you man, this club...these people, you do not want to be on the wrong side of them. It's why you are where you are right fucking now.”

“So how did I get here? I obviously didn't kill Marcus. He's still alive.”

“No, you didn't. I don't know what happened after I took off. All I know is that then next day you were gone when we all left to go back to our club. When we got back to Jersey, Marcus holed up in his office with his uncle...an old biker named Beaner. Everyone knew something was going on, but no one knew what. Your girl was asking everyone where you were, but nobody knew. When Marcus and Beaner finally came out of their meeting, Marcus told her you'd gone on a run. When she asked where and why you hadn't told her you were leaving, he snapped at her in front of everyone and called her a ‘nosy whore.’ Then, he locked himself back in the office and Beaner took off. It was about three days later when he told your old lady you were dead and made an announcement to the rest of the club.”

“Where was I supposedly in this accident and who witnessed it?”

“Somewhere in New York man, I don't know. Marcus said you were still working on business related to the alliance. Marcus went up there and ID'd the body. We had a funeral and everything man.”

“I don't get it. Who was in the fucking box?”

“It was you man. The fucking casket was open. The man in that box was fucking you.”

“It doesn't make sense.” Jigsaw was sitting in the office with Dax and Handsome hours later in the middle of the night. He was exhausted but filled with an almost uncomfortable energy. He wanted Rush to tell him more so badly that he'd almost been willing to beat it out of the little man. But that would have been futile too, since it was obvious he'd told them all he could. He watched in frustration as Rush left with Hunter and the others and then he'd ridden his bike along with Dax and Handsome, back to the ranch. They were going over everything they knew now, trying to make sense of it...but it seemed to Jigsaw like that was futile too.

“Maybe they just had a guy that looked like you...” Handsome tried.

“You saw that guy's face,” Jigsaw said. “He looked at me like he was seeing a ghost. He was physically sick over it when he first saw me. It had to be more than the guy looked like me.”

“There has to be an explanation,” Dax said. “Marcus was willing to keep killing, to make sure whatever someone knew about what happened to you didn't come out. He killed Carl just because he thought he was asking questions about you.”

“Seems to me that Marcus is just worried about saving his own ass and not letting people find out he's a fucking pedophile. Are the Knightriders and the Blackhawks still allies?” Jigsaw asked.

Dax nodded. “Yeah, the Blackhawks have gained a lot of momentum over the past year. It has a lot to do with the IRA backing them.” The Irish Republican Army were some of the largest suppliers of illegal guns in the US. They were also some of the most dangerous people on the planet. Dax had personally dealt with a few of them, one of the top gun dealers worked out of an accounting office in downtown Boston.

“If Cyclops ever finds out Marcus was trying to rape his fourteen-year-old daughter, not only would that alliance probably be history, but Marcus as well. If Cyclops didn't have it done himself, any of the other guys, hell, even the IRA would probably love to help.” Not many men, criminals or not, thought there was anything lower than a man that would touch a child. “Marcus is probably going to be willing to kill anyone that even hints at knowing anything. Carl probably denied knowing anything right up until he took his last breath, but he's dead now just on the off chance that he did know anything...so what I don't understand is why wasn't he still looking for me. I'm sure he would have demanded to identify my body, just to make sure I was dead. What convinced him that it was me?”

Dax's phone rang, and he looked down at the face. “Maybe we're about to find out,” he said. He put the phone to his ear and said, “Chase, what do you have for me?” Chase is Hunter's cousin and partner, the one looking into Beau Blackwell's past. Dax listened to whatever Chase was telling him with the crease between his eyes growing deeper by the second. After several minutes he said, “Thanks Chase, I'll send Gunner out with a payment for you in the morning.” He ended the call but stared at the wall behind Jigsaw's head for several seconds before he finally said, “Chase is faxing over his notes and the documents he dug up.” He looked at Jigsaw and said, “Have you remembered anything else, anything about your family?”

Jigsaw shook his head. “I have dreams sometimes about an old woman that I think is my grandmother and she's telling me my parents are dead, but that's it.”

“Chase found a birth certificate for Beau Blackwell. It was a multiple birth. Jig, it looks like you had a twin, an identical twin brother.”