Chapter One
This is the wrong place.
It has to be. There’s no way this is the cash drop. What kind of idiot picks a park on a Saturday afternoon in the summer?
It’s crawling with all the wrong kind of people.
A woman with a camera flutters around her car, pulling out an assortment of junk.
Ear-splitting squeals echo from the playground. A horrible rendition of Happy Birthday is being sung by grade schoolers at a picnic shelter.
This ain’t it.
Lowering my Oakley shades I scan the tree line. A trail leads off into the woods.
If that asshole thinks I’m going to hike in there to find him, he’s dead fucking wrong.
With a grunt, I kick down the stand on my Super Glide. The leather of my cut creaks as I climb off, sun beating down on my shoulders.
People are staring at me.Not surprising.
When a six-foot-six tatted up outlaw biker shows up at family central, people get weirded out.
Chester Ward gets ten minutes. That’s it. Then his fee doubles. And he has tofind me. That’ll make him squirm.
Grim satisfaction in my scowl, I head toward an empty picnic table under a tree.
At least people won’t think I’m about to snatch them if I’m not standing next to my bike.
Ha. If they only knew the truth.
If I want to snatch them it will be in the middle of the night from their goddamned bed.
“It’s so nice of you to be early. Punctuality is so hot,” a woman calls from behind me.
There’s no way she’s talkin’ to me.
“Your motorcycle is really badass. It’s going to make amazing photos.”
I slowly turn around, frowning. It’s the camera woman. She’s juggling a picnic basket, some flowers, and a gigantic high-end Canon.
“You talking to me?”
She’s out of breath. “Yep, I’m Anna.”
The bouquet tumbles out of her hand, my reflexes kick in and I boot it in the air and catch it.
Her eyes widen and her mouth drops open like I’m some kind of circus animal.
“Whoa! Now that’s a save. I brought those for you in case you forgot.”
“Me?” I grunt.
“It’s okay. Guys get so up in their head about this kind of thing it happens all the time.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Chester slinking into the parking lot in some kind of lowered Honda POS.
I toss the flowers on the table and walk off.
