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He glanced over at her, lifted his chin, then looked back at Sangre. “We might as well go. Crow will take it from here.”
“Yeah, he can fill us in.” Sangre took out a notebook and jotted something in it. “You got insurance on this place?” he asked her.
“Yes.”
“File a claim, and they’ll replace the door. We’ll secure it the best we can tonight, but give ’em a call. Crow will let me know what you decide to do.”
Angie crossed her arms. “Decide to do?”
“Yeah. If you wanna stay or not. If you stay, we’ll need to rewire the sliding door once it’s fixed. You can’t stay here tonight even with us boarding the door.”
“I don’t want to. I’m afraid he may come back.”
“Talk to Crow.”
“He’s not available. He’s doing club business.”
Sangre and Eagle both glanced toward the hallway after hearing the voices of the two deputies.
“Don’t say that shit to them,” Eagle said. “You need me to take you somewhere?”
“I’ll drive myself, but I’d feel better if you could follow me to make sure I’m safe.”
“No problem.”
“What’s going on here?” a young deputy asked, eyeing the two bikers with suspicion.
“Someone broke into my house.” She waved her hand at Eagle and Sangre. “They’re from the security company monitoring my alarm system. It went off, and they called me. I was freaking out because I was locked in my room, and I thought that crazed madman was going to break down the door, and … ” her voice trailed off as images of whatcouldhave happened played out in her mind.
“We’re done here,” Sangre said. “We’ll fix the sliding door after the badges are through with whatever shit they’re gonna do. Later.”
“I’ll be downstairs waiting when you’re finished here,” Eagle said to her before following Sangre down the stairs.
The scowl on the deputy’s forehead relaxed when he turned to Angie. “Now tell me what happened.”
Sighing, she sank into the wingback chair, crossed her legs, and in a monotone voice began to recount the hellish circumstances.
Angie descended the stairs with a small suitcase in hand two hours later, wondering if she’d ever feel safe and comfortable in her home again.
Wood and metal rods replaced the glass on the sliding door. Eagle sat on the couch with his head bent, scrolling through his phone. He looked up when she approached.
“I’m ready.” She smiled.
Stone-faced, he stood up and shoved the phone into his leather jacket. “You’re staying at Hotel Indigo.”
“Why would I stay there? I’m staying at my friend’s house.”
Eagle shrugged, his palms facing upwards. “Just following what Crow told me. Let’s go.”
“I don’t understand any of this,” she said, speaking through her teeth with forced restraint.
“You’re going to a class A hotel. Crow will be there soon. I have shit to do, so let’s get the lead out.”
Rolling her eyes, she gripped the suitcase and stomped out of the house.
Swearing under her breath the entire drive, Angie wanted nothing more than to forget what had happened that night.
Hotel Indigo looked like a Spanish castle with its white stucco walls, half-moon balconies, and red roof. Eagle parked his motorcycle at the entrance and motioned her to park behind him. A valet rushed over, opened the car’s door, and picked up her suitcase.
