Unfortunately, I’d have to hand him off to my second chair, Georgia Slidell, but this would give her the chance to rise to the occasion.
“You’ll figure it out,” Melody encouraged. “And I can help with the benefit. I’m home for two months.”
“You have to get ready for your tour.”
She shrugged. “It’ll all work out. You’ll see.”
“I hope so.”
I was exhausted, so Melody hung out in my room while I dozed, trying to put aside my worries, at least for a little while.
* * *
Doom
“What’s all that?” Alamo asked, nodding toward the small box on the club dining room table.
Alamo was the Sgt. At Arms for the Savannah Chapter of the Dogs of Fire MC, and I was technically under him as Road Captain.
“All the shit from Lyric’s car,” I said.
Alamo twisted off the top of a beer, handing it to me before taking a swig of his own. “Lyric?”
“The woman who got hit yesterday.”
“Why do you have it?”
I shrugged. “Just didn’t want her stuff to walk away with some asshole.”
“You gonna get it back to her?”
“Was thinkin’ about it.”
Alamo raised an eyebrow, but didn’t respond.
“What?” I challenged.
He smiled, taking another swig of beer and swallowing. “What, what?”
“Fuck you.”
Alamo chuckled and walked away. Jesus, he was a dick. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called Marney.
“Hey, Doom. You okay?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Just checkin’ on the woman you guys took in yesterday.”
“I can’t give you any information, buddy.”
“I just need to get her shit back to her. Is she still in the hospital?”
“I think that’s a good assumption.”
“Thanks, I appreciate it.”
“No problem. Are you coming out for the charity dinner?”
The local emergency services departments put on a ball every year and the Dogs served as security for the event. This year was a little different for me, because I’d be doing double-duty as a pawn in their live auction, “Win a Date With a Firefighter.” How the fuck I got roped into that, I don’t know.
