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“We’ll find out who put that coffin on his truck, and who signed off on it,” he offered.

“Yeah.”

Jackson shook his head. “I’m telling you, I didn’t fucking know.”

“I heard you.” But I didn’t know if I believed him yet.

“You think I would’ve driven a dead body straight to your fucking door if I knew it was back there?”

“I don’t know what you’d do, Jackson.”

His jaw tightened.

I’d known him for years. Trusted him enough to haul for us, but trust wasn’t blind. Not in my world.

Myth clapped Jackson on the shoulder. “Come on. Let’s go figure out what the hell happened.”

Jackson looked at the coffin one more time. “Jesus.”

Myth would get him calmed down. He’d also pay attention to every word Jackson said on the drive back to Milwaukee.

If the story changed, I’d know.

Behind me, Humpty and Hose started rolling the coffin toward the back of the warehouse.

The smell followed it. Munch gagged again, and Dealer shouted at him to get his shit together.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cigarettes. I stuck one between my lips, flicked my lighter, and drew the smoke deep into my lungs. Didn’t do shit for the smell.

I stood there watching Hose and Humpty wheel the dead man away.

Three days ago, everything had been running exactly the way it was supposed to. Now somebody had sent a rotting corpse into my warehouse inside one of our coffins.

I took another drag from my cigarette. What the fuck was going on?

Chapter Six

Hazel

I was halfway through pulling a stubborn weed from the flower bed along the side of the house when I heard a car door slam.

“Hazel!”

I looked up. Pink had just pulled into her driveway and was waving at me over the roof of her car.

I pushed a loose strand of hair off my face with the back of my wrist and waved back. “Hey!”

She grabbed her purse from the passenger seat, shut the door, and started across her yard toward me.

Then the sound hit.

Not one motorcycle. A lot of them. The roar rolled down the road hard enough that I straightened and looked toward the trees.

A line of bikes came into view around the bend.

One after another. Then another. Then another.

I blinked. “Well, shit.”