Chapter 100

About two hours later, hear the horn. 

Not loud or obnoxious, just a faint beep. A polite little chirp that somehow sounds embarrassed to be interrupting an outlaw motorcycle club. Nobody in the garage pays much attention until it comes again. 

Beep. 

Diesel looks up from the Harley he’s been wrestling with all morning. “The hell?” 

Hey, Tucker!” Brick calls from the gate. “Customer for the garage.” 

“She cleared?” 

Brick gives him an unimpressed look. “No. I thought I’d skip all the extra security today for a bit of excitement.”