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struggle to get the keys into the ignition. The car turns on, and I peel away from the curb. I drive two blocks, and my vision starts to pinhole.
    I pull to the side of the road, worried I’m about to black out and crash. I take my hands off the wheel and force myself to take a deep breath. I take my purse from the passenger seat and dig around inside for my phone. I flip it open and am about to select Drifter’s number from the favorites list. But I pause.
    The first thing he’s going to ask is why I was in some skinhead bar/gambling den in the first place. And then I will say I was following Marcus, which he is not going to like. I told him I would leave it alone and here I am doing the opposite.
    I put down the phone and turn on the radio. There’s a soothing Phil Collins song on, so I sing along a little. It will help me breathe more deeply, which I need to do because I’m definitely hyperventilating; I can feel tingling in my fingers already.
    I glance into my side mirror just to make sure no one has followed me out of the bar. Ace’s face pops into my head again and I can feel my heart speed back up.
    The last time I saw him was the night the Devil’s Army raided the Sons’ clubhouse. He was running down the upstairs hallway, chasing after Cherish. He attacked her, and I came up behind him and knocked him out. I left him handcuffed to her bed post.
    I never asked about his fate, but I had always assumed…I wrack my brain, trying to remember more details about that night. There was so much chaos, and I was in shock, but I remember seeing a couple of the Army members being held in the corner of the lounge. Was Ace one of them? I think they were escorted out at gunpoint by some of the Sons, and it was clear what was going to happen to them.
    My attempt to focus on that memory, as traumatic as it was, has calmed me down slightly, enough that my vision has cleared. I step back on the gas and drive home slowly, forcing myself to hum along to the music because it will make me breathe.
    When I get home, I pull into the garage and kneel as the dogs surround me in the kitchen. I click my tongue and they follow me into the bedroom, where I fall onto the bed. They jump up with me, and flank me on either side as I bury my head in the pillow and begin to cry. The tension in my body feels like it has peaked and is now pouring out through my tear ducts.
    I feel Scout whine and push at my arm worriedly with his cold nose. I wrap my arm around his neck and bury my hand in his thick, white and brown fur. My sobbing begins to quiet, and I turn over onto my back and wipe my eyes. I look around the bedroom, feeling like I’m just coming back to earth. The familiar sights of my life with Drifter calm me down.
    Drifter is strong, and I trust him, and together we will figure this Ace situation out. I guess he must have escaped that night, but I know the Sons will want to know that he’s still in town. And Marcus…god, I can’t believe he’s hanging out with people like that.
    I’ll have to tell Drifter I was following Marcus. It won’t go over well, but I’ll find a way to tell him so that he’ll listen.
    I hear the sound of the front door opening, and the dogs jump off the bed and run into the hall. They’re not barking, so I know it’s Drifter, home from work. Must’ve taken his truck, because I didn’t hear his bike. I hear him go into the kitchen and turn on the water –probably refilling the dogs’ bowls—then his footsteps come down the hall toward the bedroom.
    He peers around the doorframe, and I’m so glad to see him I could cry again.
    “There you are,” he says. “I wasn’t sure if you were home…” he trails off as he studies my face. “You OK?”
    I nod, and open my arms wide. I don’t want to talk right now, all I want is to feel his body on top of mine. He smiles and kicks off his boots, then walks over to the bed, crawling up the foot of it and lying down directly on top of me. I wrap my arms