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His real ones, that is. Left ‘em with the club. He’s a DragonHawk out of Washington state. I mean, in his real life, not his undercover. Told him I’d call his club, at least we can do that much for him.”
    “Poor bastard came a long way from home to die.” Chad’s eyes had that cold, far-away look they always had on the hunt. “And you can’t take the Dark Rulers out. You can chop ‘em down, at least the big boys. Over and over again. Just like you can with the other gangs, with the cartels. With any organized crime. Don’t matter. Don’t mean a damn. They just—come back. With new big boys. Sometimes even with the ones you already took down.”
    “Yeah.”
    “Well,” I said, “we can make sure he gets buried, can’t we? Him, I mean, not just his colors. Surely he told you where his body is?”
    Spike and Chad grimaced.
    “Welllll—” Spike started and hesitated. “Thing is—”
    Chad took over. “The thing is, he’s not buried. Exactly. Is he?”
    “No. He’s in pieces. In the swamps by the Loop. Or he was. At first.”
    “At first?”
    “Baby girl. This is gator country.”
    “Oh. I see.”
    “I was afraid you would.”
    “So what now?”
    “Now,” Chad chewed the inside of his lip a bit. I’d never seen him do that. “Now I think I need to do some cruising up and down Main Street. By myself. I think you girls need to have a leisurely afternoon. Work on your tans out by the pool. Walk the beach.”
    “And where would I fit into this peaceful little scenario?” asked Spike.
    “You stay with the girls, make sure they don’t get mistaken for Spring Break girls. Keep the predators at bay.”
    Fury coiled within and threatened to erupt from my skull. I wasn’t the only one. Spike exploded.
    “ Fuck that shit, man. When hell freezes over. You’re not fooling anybody, Magic Man. You’re going cruising for Dark Rulers. Who already know you’re here! Don’t you give me that look, Ariel says they recognized you, then they recognized you, guess you’re not as different now as you thought you were. And you wanta go by yourself because you don’t wanta pull the respectable doctor into it! You think I’ve lost it, Chad? Can’t handle myself anymore? Shiiit . You don’t remember how I turned into Spike ? Okay, you’ve saved my ass more than once. But I’ve saved yours a few times, too. You’re not cruising Main Street alone. Are we clear on this?”
    “The girls—”
    “ Definitely do not need to be with us while we’re hunting. But they don’t need a babysitter at the pool, either! Damn, Chad, give ‘em some credit! They’re not little girls.”
    As one, Stacy and I raised on our tippy-toes and kissed Spike on opposite cheeks. “Thanks for noticin ’,” Stacy said. “But since it’s established we’re not little girls, why can’t we go with—”
    “Because you’d put us all at risk, honey,” Spike said.
    “Spike, damn it— ”
    “Chad. Don’t insult their intelligence. Tell ‘em the truth.”
    “He doesn’t have to.” I took over from Stacy. “Like you said, don’t insult our intelligence. They see us with you, we’re targets. Weak links. They saw us last night, but we coulda just been pick-ups. They see us with you today, that’d make us targets for sure. And y’all need to be concentrating on them, not us. We’ll stay at the hotel.”
    “Thank you. For not arguing.”
    “One condition.”
    “Knew it was too good to be true.”
    I whipped my phone back out. “Give me a contact number.”
    “A contact number?”
    “The agency. Whatever agency it is. For backup.”
    “I can’t—”
    “Sure you can. And you will.”
     

 
    Chapter Eight
     
     
     
    Stacy and I hopped off the Intimidator and the Dark Angel as soon as they roared back into the hotel parking lot.
    “Go!” I shouted over the revving engines and waved them off.
    “You’re sure you’ll be okay?” Chad shouted back.
    I answered with my Medusa stare.
    “Okaaaay then,” he