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shouted. “No need to get nasty about it.”
I felt nasty and I was glad. Because guess what? Rage blocked the mind connection. He couldn’t read me. And man, was he pissed. I could feel his frustration every time he hit the brick wall around my thoughts. Usually it took effort to block the other out. Not this time. And even better, I could still read him. Not because he wasn’t trying to block me out. Oh yeah, he was trying. To a certain extent, it worked. But not completely. He was too fragmented. Too many emotions, too many memories, raced through his brain to block me out entirely.
Apparently they didn’t plan to pull out until they saw us head to the room, so I headed for the room. I cleared the steps onto the second floor before I saw them back out on the open road, headed into town. Stacy already had her cell phone out with the search engine in full search mode.
“I’m thinking taxi,” she said. “Parking’s gonna be a bitch if we rent a car. Whatcha’ think?”
“I think you’re a genius.”
* * *
Following instructions, the taxi pulled to a halt at the start of Main Street.
“Are you sure this is okay?” the driver asked. “I can get you further down the street.”
I looked at the parade of bikes moving maybe a tenth of a mile an hour, at the sidewalks and the bikes parked cheek-by-jowl.
“Thanks, this is fine.” I handed over the fare with a generous tip and we hopped out and started walking down the sidewalk.
“Okay, what now?”
“Don’t know. Exactly. But I will. Be on the look-out.”
“For them?”
“For Micah.”
“The cat?”
“Yeah.”
“You know you could find out exactly where they are. You just have to connect to Chad, I know damn well you’re blocking him.”
“Yep. Damn sure am. And he’s trying to block me but it ain’t workin’ real good. Got too much on his mind. But it’s working enough that I’m not reading him clear. Why don’t you see if you can connect to Spike? He’s so rattled by all this he’d either not notice or not believe it, think it was his imagination.”
“Me? Connect with Spike? Why the hell you think I could do that?”
“Oh, puleeezzeee !! Don’t even go there.”
Her face reddened and she side-stepped neatly. “Why are you so mad at Chad? This past undercover thing—it was way before you ever met.”
“Because he lied to me. To my face. Last night and today. He recognized those bikers. The Dark Rulers. Last night in the club. And he knew damn well they recognized him. We should have been back on the road this morning, headin’ home. Which we still could have done even after y’all’s little visit with the ghost biker. Especially after y’all’s little visit with the ghost biker. I didn’t even bother to suggest it, knew he wouldn’t consider it. Oh, no, brother biker’s dead, he’s chargin’ right on into the Dark Rulers, knowing damn well they’re on the look-out for him. Gotta have justice, though. Even if it kills him. Which this time, it just might.”
“And you really think your cat’s goin’ to show up?”
“My cat’s already shown up. And he’ll show up again. So be on the lookout. Now try and see where Spike is.”
“I can’t—”
“Bullshit. There’s an actual highway running between the two of you, for God’s sakes. Started out pale pink. Been crimson since last night. It actually pulses when y’all look at each other. ”
She sighed. “Okay, let’s go in someplace for a soft drink and sit a minute. I’ve never had a connection before with anybody but you. I’ll need to concentrate.”
* * *
I sat across the table watching my little sister concentrate on this new connection of hers. I loved Spike myself. She couldn’t fall for a better man. But Vegas, damn it. Of course, with me being in south Georgia and her being in Macon, we were several hours apart anyway. But Vegas was damn near clear across the country. Handwriting was definitely on the wall about that,
I felt nasty and I was glad. Because guess what? Rage blocked the mind connection. He couldn’t read me. And man, was he pissed. I could feel his frustration every time he hit the brick wall around my thoughts. Usually it took effort to block the other out. Not this time. And even better, I could still read him. Not because he wasn’t trying to block me out. Oh yeah, he was trying. To a certain extent, it worked. But not completely. He was too fragmented. Too many emotions, too many memories, raced through his brain to block me out entirely.
Apparently they didn’t plan to pull out until they saw us head to the room, so I headed for the room. I cleared the steps onto the second floor before I saw them back out on the open road, headed into town. Stacy already had her cell phone out with the search engine in full search mode.
“I’m thinking taxi,” she said. “Parking’s gonna be a bitch if we rent a car. Whatcha’ think?”
“I think you’re a genius.”
* * *
Following instructions, the taxi pulled to a halt at the start of Main Street.
“Are you sure this is okay?” the driver asked. “I can get you further down the street.”
I looked at the parade of bikes moving maybe a tenth of a mile an hour, at the sidewalks and the bikes parked cheek-by-jowl.
“Thanks, this is fine.” I handed over the fare with a generous tip and we hopped out and started walking down the sidewalk.
“Okay, what now?”
“Don’t know. Exactly. But I will. Be on the look-out.”
“For them?”
“For Micah.”
“The cat?”
“Yeah.”
“You know you could find out exactly where they are. You just have to connect to Chad, I know damn well you’re blocking him.”
“Yep. Damn sure am. And he’s trying to block me but it ain’t workin’ real good. Got too much on his mind. But it’s working enough that I’m not reading him clear. Why don’t you see if you can connect to Spike? He’s so rattled by all this he’d either not notice or not believe it, think it was his imagination.”
“Me? Connect with Spike? Why the hell you think I could do that?”
“Oh, puleeezzeee !! Don’t even go there.”
Her face reddened and she side-stepped neatly. “Why are you so mad at Chad? This past undercover thing—it was way before you ever met.”
“Because he lied to me. To my face. Last night and today. He recognized those bikers. The Dark Rulers. Last night in the club. And he knew damn well they recognized him. We should have been back on the road this morning, headin’ home. Which we still could have done even after y’all’s little visit with the ghost biker. Especially after y’all’s little visit with the ghost biker. I didn’t even bother to suggest it, knew he wouldn’t consider it. Oh, no, brother biker’s dead, he’s chargin’ right on into the Dark Rulers, knowing damn well they’re on the look-out for him. Gotta have justice, though. Even if it kills him. Which this time, it just might.”
“And you really think your cat’s goin’ to show up?”
“My cat’s already shown up. And he’ll show up again. So be on the lookout. Now try and see where Spike is.”
“I can’t—”
“Bullshit. There’s an actual highway running between the two of you, for God’s sakes. Started out pale pink. Been crimson since last night. It actually pulses when y’all look at each other. ”
She sighed. “Okay, let’s go in someplace for a soft drink and sit a minute. I’ve never had a connection before with anybody but you. I’ll need to concentrate.”
* * *
I sat across the table watching my little sister concentrate on this new connection of hers. I loved Spike myself. She couldn’t fall for a better man. But Vegas, damn it. Of course, with me being in south Georgia and her being in Macon, we were several hours apart anyway. But Vegas was damn near clear across the country. Handwriting was definitely on the wall about that,
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