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“You going to be around later tonight? You never know, I may need another racing partner.”
“Oh.Yeah.Yes.I will be here.”
She spun on her heel and almost sprinted out of the door, striding quickly back to her car and diving into the front seat. She shoved the paper bag of heroin under the seat like the evil secret that it was.
Now that the evidence was gone, and she’d made it out of the scene of the crime, the knowledge of the impending aftermath of her actions began to crash down on top of her. Harris was about to flip shit. The MC might put two and two together after the FBI showed up, which would be any minute now.
There was no telling how bad things were about to get.
She rested her head against the steering wheel, squeezing her eyes shut.
“I’m so screwed,” she said to herself. “I’m so screwed.”
19
Pony wasn’t sure what it was, exactly, but something was tickling at the back of his head, an instinct that told him there was something amiss.
There seemed to be a lot of weirdness going on lately. The strange bruise on Piper’s chest, that looked nothing like a bruise from a Krav Maga punch like she’d claimed. The mystery motorcycle rider he and Wyatt had chased in the aftermath of the bank robbery. The news about an undercover FBI agent being in the area.
And now, Piper acting all squirrely and awkward, nowhere near the grinning, confident firecracker he was used to.
Something about what she’d said didn’t sit right with Pony. Not so much what she’d said, but how she’d said it. Fumbling, stuttering, like she was reaching for the words while she was saying them.
More to chase away those thoughts than anything else, Pony walked behind the bar, stooped down, and looked around where he’d found Piper. Bottles, rags, glasses… nothing that would suggest anything out of the ordinary.
“What are you doing back there?”
The sudden voice pushing into his thoughts made him jump slightly and he almost hit his head on the bar as he stood up to see who was talking.
“Hunh?” he said. “Oh, hey Devil. I… nothing.”
“Nothing?” Devil said. “Well, nothing me up a bottle of beer while you’re at it.”
“Sure.Here.”
“Oh, here we go,” Devil said, rolling his eyes.
“What?”
“You.You’re brooding.”
“I’m not brooding,” Pony said.
“You’re brooding.”
“I’m thinking.”
“Thinking,” Devil said with a groan. “Even worse. Thinking about what?”
Pony picked his words carefully. “What do you do if you think someone might not be who you think they are?”
“What do you mean? Like a double life?” Devil said, his eyes suddenly getting bright and excited as he continued. “Like a secret agent? Like Batman?”
“No, not… damn it, Devil,” Pony said. “I’m trying to be serious, here.”
“That’s your problem, dude. I mean, like, consistently, that’s your problem. You’re always so serious.”
“Some things are serious.”
