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Gaylord only turned his head in acknowledgement and acted as if he were speaking to his shoulder rather than his wife. Compassion didn’t linger in his voice. If anything, he seemed more irritable because Melinda had questioned him in front of company.
    Logan saw the opportunity and went in for the kill. “Yeah, Melinda, he should be there soon if he isn’t otherwise engaged, targeting another innocent victim to threaten.” He looked at Melinda dead-on. “Your husband went to see a friend of Tigger’s tonight. He threatened her and left her in pretty bad shape.”
    “Who’s the woman?” she asked, the ice in her voice and eyes running thick enough to freeze her chilly veins.
    Women like Melinda knew the score. They’d played the game. They’d been involved with the MC long enough to know there would be infidelities, bloodshed, and an unlimited number of dangerous liaisons, both in business and in pleasure.
    “You don’t know her,” Gaylord snapped.
    “No.” Logan stalked him. With his finger extended, he said, “ You don’t know her. You targeted someone you knew nothing about and went to intimidate her anyway. You battered and bruised a woman who is nothing more than a visitor in this damn town. She isn’t an old lady! She isn’t a broad! She’s been here less than seventy-two hours and did not deserve to be harassed by anyone affiliated with the Devil’s Angels!”
    “Do you know her, Gaylord?” Melinda asked calmly.
    “No.” He kept his gaze pinned to Logan.
    “Why would you go see her then?” Melinda’s voice was elevated.
    “That’s the fifty million dollar question, isn’t it, Gaylord?” Logan watched Gaylord, trying to gather what information he could from the man who had intimidated a woman without just cause. Then Logan thought of a new angle, of a possible reason Gaylord might have approached Summer. There was only one explanation.
    “Oh my God. This is starting to make sense now.”
    Gaylord’s cold eyes followed him as he paced the room. Melinda watched him carefully, too.
    “She’s inside,” Logan whispered, talking to himself more than anyone else. “She’s inside, and she’s not here to work alongside us. She’s here to find out which one of us has gone rogue.”
    Gaylord stood. “I think you’ve outstayed your welcome, Marcs.”
    “The hell I have!” Logan bellowed, turning on him. Before he thought better of it, he grabbed Gaylord by the collar and threw him up against the wall. “Do you know what the hell you’ve done? Do you?”
    “Let him go!” Melinda smacked Logan’s arm and tugged at his sleeve.
    Logan shrugged her away. “Do you have any idea what you’ve jeopardized?”
    Gaylord sneered. “The way I see it, your boy Tigger is about to turn on you. He’ll be in bed with Summer by morning, probably stay there for the better part of the weekend, and since we both know she won’t turn on me now, it’s probably safe to assume that vote you escaped at your table earlier today will soon be overturned.
    Summer will tell Tigger what she knows and, because of the threat against her, she will finger you. She’ll explain she’s working for the Feds, and that will be that. You’re finished, Marcs. Done. If I were you, I’d go back to the clubhouse, gather up my belongings and that hot little redhead you profess to love. Then, get the hell out of town before all the heat comes down.”
    “Yeah, well, you ain’t me.”
    * * * *
    The sun was barely peering over the horizon by the time Mark Sampson met Logan at one of their regular meeting spots, an abandoned hunting cabin situated on top of a ridge overlooking most of Beech Creek Road. From the backyard, the Heroes and Rogues clubhouse could easily be seen. From the front, a perfect view of the Devil’s Angels parking lot was visible with a good set of binoculars.
    Mark exited his sedan and joined Logan on the porch. Logan handed him a coffee. “I got tired of waiting and ran down to the market. I was