PART 2: The Vest That Changed Her Mind
Rain from the earlier storm still clung to the pavement as the ambulance lights painted the street red and blue.
Rain from the earlier storm still clung to the pavement as the ambulance lights painted the street red and blue.
Sarah froze. Not because the biker yelled. Because the sound behind her was unmistakable now. Movement in the woods. Slow.
No one in the room moved. Not Rick. Not the men along the bar. Not even Boone Mercer. Because the
Brick only opened the zipper an inch before he stopped. His expression changed instantly. Not shock. Recognition. The kind that
The biker didn’t speak right away. He just stared at the table like the wood might explain what he was
The rain kept falling— but the street went still. The sergeant’s grip tightened for a second longer on the driver’s
The room didn’t move. Not the curtains. Not the light. Not even the air. Only him. On his knees— holding
The restaurant didn’t move for a moment. Not after the owner spoke. Not after the badge was placed on the
No one laughed. No one moved. The tavern held its breath. Ridge stayed leaned forward, eyes locked on the bruises—on
Travis didn’t look away from her after she spoke. Not immediately. Like he was waiting for the rest of the