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“Let me call him really quick,” I said.
I did, and he answered in a few short rings.
“Hey, darlin’. I was just thinking about you. Do you think you can come down to the station really quick? I have some paperwork for you, as well as a few questions for you. But I’ll only be in town for another hour or so,” he answered.
When I looked over at Keene in question, he nodded his head, as if he agreed.
“Where do you need to go?” he asked. “We’re like two hours early. I can turn around.”
So, we did, heading back toward Dallas, but east toward the Plano side. Which worked out because it wasn’t too much farther from where the graduation was being held.
“Let me get Winston on the phone. He’s going to want to hear what’s going on, since I’m inviting people into his world,” Keene murmured.
After a short discussion, Winston said he was in the area—though likely he was heading to the graduation just like we were—and that he’d be there soon.
When we arrived, it was to see the parking lot filled with bikes.
Eight of them.
When Keene pulled up beside the bikes, he got out, then rounded the truck to come open my door.
Just as I stepped out, my body brushing against Keene’s, Silas appeared in the bay of the department building. Winston’s car pulled up a couple of moments later.
I turned from watching him pull in to see the man who was overtaking the large bay area.
Silas Mackenzie was a big dude.
Solid and still very muscular even though he was an older man.
His eyes, though. They were still just as sharp as they had been years ago when I’d first met him.
I offered him my hand with a smile, and he took it, his eyes twinkling.
“And who are you?” Silas Mackenzie, the bad ass biker, asked.
Keene stepped forward and said, “Keene Day. And swear to fuck, don’t comment on the stupidity of the name. It gets really fuckin’ old hearing it.”
“Amen,” another man from the other side of the room said.
I looked over, spotting a familiar face. “Hey, Sebastian!”
Sebastian, Silas’ son, jerked his chin up toward me, but his eyes were focused on Keene. “My father thought it would be hilarious to name me Sebastian Sue Mackenzie. Don’t you love it?”
Silas grinned, huge and full. “I like it.”
“Well, at least someone does,” Sebastian grumbled, then his eyes changed. “Hey, don’t I know you?”
He was looking at Keene in a different light now.
“Um,” I hesitated.
All that crap that had gone down recently with my sister’s killer had been all over the news. There was no hiding it. Keene and my face had been visiting the Dallas Times for days.
“The news?” I asked curiously.
“No,” he narrowed his eyes. “You’re the one who helped save Dossier’s kid.”
Dossier?
