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"Thought this would be an excellent place to stop and warm up. We can grab a burger," she announced.
"Are you cold, or are you meddling, Wanda?" I asked. "The burgers here suck."
She smirked at me. "Luke Crow should know Jay's dating again, don't you think?"
"Luke is straight. It's not his fault Jay has a crush."
"It's a bit his fault. He kissed Jay that once. And love wins in the end," she said, a crafty smile on her lips. "Besides, I have a new client for the shop, and I want to talk about my plan."
"What plan?"
"Let's say it involves stealing a motorcycle, converting it to a trike, then gifting it to someone who will really use it."
"Jesus Christ." I held the door open for her, frowning at the unusual crowd in Luke's bar.
"Don't worry, the bike belongs to a friend, and my friend doesn't check his garage very often. And he never rides that goddamn bike."
"What friend is this again?"
"Your ex-step-grandfather, of course."
"Which one? Not Harold?" I had far too many ex-step-grandfathers, but Harold was the most recent. And Harold was a retired cop.
"Oh, come on. You know he only took that 1975 Sportster in the divorce because he knew I wanted it. Asshole."
"I'm not gonna call Harold an asshole, and I'm not going to encourage you to steal a motorcycle from the former Misty Point chief of police."
Wanda pouted. "Party pooper. I suppose that's what I have Daisy for." My grandmother's best friend was almost as bad as she was, a 70-something retired tattoo artist with a flair for the dramatic.
I examined the sign for the Crow's Nest, my friend Luke's bar, and sighed. "I suppose we'll just wait here for the date to be done. No hijinks, though."
As I held the door open for my grandmother, she gave me her most angelic smile, which wasn't really all that angelic, if we're being honest.
We sat at the far end of the bar, away from a group of tourists who were arguing with Luke about something. He stalked off, ignoring them, and slid two beers to us.
"You and Daisy hear anything interesting on the police scanner?" he asked as Wanda sipped her lager. Wanda put her beer down and made a slashing gesture across her throat.
"Police scanner?" I turned to my grandmother.
"Oh, it's nothing. All in good fun. We picked it up at a garage sale!" Wanda's eyes darted around suspiciously.
I eyed Luke, who raised his hands in surrender. "I heard them gossiping about it. That's all I know."
"Shouldn't you be helping your customers?" I pointed to the tourists.
He waved his hand. "It's a whole thing. My Yelp review is down to one star, and now they keep coming, like it's a spectacle."
"What, now?"
"I can't get rid of them. The more rude I am, the more people show up!" Luke groaned, clearly exasperated. "They say it's part of the dive bar vibes. This isn't a dive bar. It's a biker bar!"
Wanda giggled. "What if you tried being nice to them?"
"Fuck that." With that, Luke turned and slammed through the door to his kitchen, ignoring the gaggle of tourists snapping photos of him.
My phone buzzed, and I stared down at it, frowning. "Well, Wanda, I guess we can head back to the shop," I said.
She blinked, craning her neck for a peek at the text message from Jay. "How the hell did he get his date to flee this quickly? I mean, the decor was garish, but he's easy on the eyes."
