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…”
    “ It ’ s a job, ” I said. “ They
know more than anyone else in town. I listen. I take notes. I ’ ll find her. ”
    “ You ’ re as pretty as she was, ” Dad said. “ That ’ s good. Nobody needs an ugly mug like me. But
sometimes Shelby, you ’ re
just as fucking stupid as she was. ”
    Dad turned and walked. He stepped
right on the coffee grinds and the rest of the glass jar, crunching under his
steps. He walked to the bed and covered up and tucked in his rifle. It was
creepy to watch.
    I pulled myself up and left the
trailer. The door swung shut with a slap .
    I then drove to the clubhouse.
    One thing Dad taught me was to
check my mirrors every minute. Look for anything out of the ordinary. Anything
that seemed fucked up, probably was. And if it was fucked up, then run. Run
like hell. Go north until you were safe. Don ’ t
go west because there was the coast. South was risky. East was less risky.
North was safe.
    I got to the compound and Mack
stood there, letting me in. There were a few trucks with cars on them. Mangled
wrecks that provided Devil Call MC with a front to have a salvage and junkyard.
    I parked my car and walked to the
side gate to see the puppies. I knew that AJ was not a puppy, but that ’ s what they were to me. AJ stood
and stared, licking my hand after a minute. She always needed to earn your
trust, no matter what. Sugar, on the other hand, just loved to be loved. The
dogs made me smile.
    Turning and facing the clubhouse, I
started the walk. The motorcycles lined up left to right told me all the guys
were inside. No surprise. A lot of them didn ’ t
function in early afternoon. Their version of morning and night were very
different from normal people.
    I went through the back door and
through the kitchen. The prospects were working, all wearing black shirts and
jeans, along with white aprons, as they took care of the food and the dishes. I
went straight out to the bar.
    The clubhouse was alive and
bustling. It seemed like everyone was in a good mood. Everyone except Finn. He
stood in a corner with his arms crossed. He looked let down.
    I thought about going to talk to
him, but then remembered the perils of stepping out from behind the bar. So I
remained in place, grabbing a towel and starting to wipe stuff down for the
hell of it.
    That ’ s
when Brett approached.
    I stiffened and he quickly put his
hands up.
    “ Hey, ” he said.
    “ What
are you drinking? ”
    “ Nothing.
I just wanted …”
    “ What
are you drinking? ” I asked
again.
    “ Shelby,
give me a fucking second here. ”
    “ Fuck
off. ”
    Brett pulled out a piece of paper. “ I have something for you. About
what you ’ re looking for. ”
    “ What
the fuck are you talking about? ”
    “ Come
on, ” Brett said. “ You ’ ve talked about it before. You ’ ve asked questions. I ’ ve listened. ”
    “ Just
stay away from me. ”
    “ Look,
I ’ m sorry for what
happened, ” he said. “ That was my fault. I was a dumb,
drunk asshole. It ’ ll never
happen again. I just wanted to apologize in person to you. ” He put the paper on the bar. “ I know a guy who helps with some
missing persons shit. Works the mountains. Real tough and shit job. I think she
works for him. ”
    “ Who? ”
    “ Your
mother. That ’ s who you ’ re looking for, right? ”
    I took the piece of paper and
looked at it. It was an address. Before I could say anything else, Brett was
gone.
    I looked over and Finn stared
daggers at me. I tucked the paper away.
    The door to the meeting room opened
and Layne came walking from it. He held his leather cut with one hand,
something in his other hand.
    The entire bar went silent.
    When he looked at me, he came to
the bar and put the leather cut down. That ’ s
when I saw the President ’ s
patch.
    Holy shit. He got it.
    “ Do
the honor for me, ” he said,
not asked. “ Sew that on. ”
    I stared at him. “ Okay. ”
    “ Move.
Now. ”
    I took the leather cut and the
patch.