Page 28 of Crow
“She was a bitch, and I’m sorry as fuck I hitched up with her. She’s not even worth talking about,” Crow said.
“Gotcha. So, what’s bugging you? You were pretty quiet on the drive over here.”
“A homeless guy was killed across the street from where Valerie lives. I haven’t seen Jim in a few days, so crazy shit keeps popping in my head. I don’t know …”
“I’m sure he’s okay. He’s pretty savvy.”
“I know, but …” his voice trailed off as he got lost in his thoughts.
“Coke for you”—Tammy put the glass in front of Eagle—“and coffee with cream for you,” she said as she placed the creamer and steaming cup in front of Crow.
For the next half hour, they talked about motorcycles and the upcoming rally. Several Insurgents and Fallen Slayers were planning on going, and Crow looked forward to getting away for a while.
Tipping his head toward the window, Eagle said, “There’s Jim.”
Crow put his tortilla down and looked over. Relief rushed through him when he saw the older man leaning against the chain-link fence wrapped around the eastern part of the lot.
“He’s okay,” he muttered.
Eagle reached for another roll. “I told you that. The dude’s a survivor—like us.”
He laughed. “Except we ride Harleys.”
“Damn straight,” Eagle replied.
“I’m gonna see if Jim wants some food.”
Crow slid out of the booth, but by the time he walked out to the parking lot, he was gone. Turning back, he strode back into the diner and resumed eating his dinner.
“Did you miss him?” Eagle asked as he crumpled his napkin and placed it on his empty dish.
“He was already gone. You wanna hang out at Lust tonight?”
“Not really. Some chicks Cueball and I met are coming by the club later on.”
“Where’d you meet them?”
“At Thunder.” Eagle smiled. “They love bikers.”
Thunder was a biker bar that served burgers, ribs, and nachos. It attracted all types of bikers: one-percenters, solo motorcyclists, and riders in non-outlaw clubs. The one-percenters stuck to themselves, and the other bikers knew not to approach them. The citizen women who hung out at the place loved to party hard. Many of them ended up being regulars at the Night Rebels’ parties on the weekends.
“Yeah, Thunder is a sure thing when you get tired of the club girls.”
Nodding, Eagle stared out the window. “I’ll be fucked,” he said.
Crow put his fork down and followed Eagle’s gaze. “What’s up?” He scanned the lot, looking for any potential threat.
“I swear that’s the car from the other night,” Eagle said.
Muscles tensing, he sat up straighter. “What car?”
“The one with the sweet piece who was flirting with me.”
Relaxing, he blew out a breath. “This is about a chick? I thought some shit was gonna go down, dude.” Shifting his gaze away from the lot, he went back to eating.
Eagle laughed. “Some shit is gonna go down—me getting her number.”
“Do you see her?”
