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them in line.”
    Striker wasn’t so sure he believed his own words. His gut wasn’t happy with this entire situation. “Jester,” he called out. “Let Black know we’re done and he can reopen.”
    With a nod, Jester jogged to the back of the room and pounded on the office door. Black emerged a few seconds later.
    “Thanks, man. Appreciate your flexibility,” Striker said as he handed him an envelope full of cash.
    “No problem, Striker.”
    Striker rose from his seat and stretched. He was relieved this meeting was over, even if he wasn’t thrilled with the outcome. He pulled his phone from the pocket of his pants and glanced at the time. Almost nine. Lila should be done with her presentation to the school board by now. Two thoughts assaulted him at the same time. He hoped it went well and they approved her project. And why the fuck did he remember what time her presentation was?

Chapter Seven

    Lila sighed as she bent down and tied her running shoes. Clearing her mind today would require an extra-long run. She was an avid runner, using the exercise to destress and process her thoughts.
    It was Saturday morning, almost a week after the night that she now referred to as temporary insanity night in her head. Work had been busier than usual this week with multiple meetings and a higher than normal patient flow, leaving her little time to wrap her head around the events of the previous Sunday.
    There hadn’t been any more strange text messages, and as the week went on, she became more confident it was an isolated incident. Someone who had seen Striker at her house and disapproved of their association, maybe a neighbor? Still, she kept her doors and windows locked at all times, and was a little jumpier than usual once night fell.
    Lila caught sight of Striker’s sweatshirt lying on the top of a clothes pile on her bed. She hadn’t washed it, and had worn it every night. A huge part of her knew it was beyond stupid, but the smell of him wrapped around her as she drifted off to sleep was too enticing to pass up. She shook her head, frustrated with her inability to put the man out of her mind. Thoughts of him were dangerous and wouldn’t lead anywhere productive.
    After a couple quick stretches, Lila chose the playlist on her phone that usually lasted long enough for her to complete a seven to eight mile run. As she jogged down her steps, an older model dirty green car captured her attention. It sat parked in front of her neighbor’s house, and Lila made a mental note to check in on the woman later. She was elderly, never left the house, and as far as Lila knew, hadn’t had any visitors since Lila moved in.
    She enjoyed the push and pull of her laboring muscles until about three miles in, when she realized she wasn’t on her usual route. Unintentionally, she’d turned down the street where the No Prisoners’ clubhouse and auto garage were located. She’d never been inside the clubhouse, and hadn’t needed any work done on her car since she’d been living in Crystal Rock, so she’d never been on the premises.
    That didn’t prevent her from knowing exactly where it was located, just a few blocks from the small downtown area of Crystal Rock. Everyone in town knew where the clubhouse was. It was a short street with no other businesses or houses on it, but it connected to another road with housing. Well, she was here. What could it hurt to take a little jog past and peek at the building?
    Lila glanced over her shoulder as she crossed the quiet street and noticed a car slowly rolling down the road. It looked an awful lot like the car she’d seen parked in front of her neighbor’s. It was the same unattractive shade of murky green and the license plate was covered in mud and unreadable.
    A nervous flutter in her stomach had her picking up the pace as she ran past the No Prisoners’ clubhouse, all thoughts of scoping the place out gone from her mind. Was the driver following her or was she being paranoid?
    She