“So?” Tillie challenged. “What does that mean?”
“What that means is, it utilizes a septic system,” Razor said.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“It basically means,” Razor continued. “That all the waste generated from the club goes into a giant underground tank which the prospects have to empty out with a truck we like to call the shit wagon, for obvious reasons. Hatch mentioned just theother day the tank’s about due for an emptying, so rather than send the prospects—”
“No, that’s fine,” Cambry interrupted. “We’re good here.”
“Now that we’ve got that straight,” Flea said. “Today you will be changing fluids, testing and recharging batteries, as well as spark plugs and brake pads. You will be performing a nine-point inspection of everything from tires to tassels, and at the end of this day, each and every one of these beautiful bikes will be road worthy for the upcoming ride to Monument, Colorado.”
Cambry, Tillie, and I grumbled, but got down to work as the men went back and forth between mentoring and drinking beers and razzing us.
* * *
Cash had been gone for almost two hours, and I was beginning to wonder how badly the meeting with Hatch went.
That was until Hatch strolled out to the garage, a shit eating grin on his face. “How’s it goin’?”
“Fine,” I said, while Cambry and Tillie just gave him the side eye.
Hatch chuckled. “Consequences, ladies.”
“I need to pee,” I lied, heading out of the auto bay and two doors down where Cash had been working on a car earlier in the week. Pushing open the door, I called, “Cash?”
“Yeah?”
I followed the sound of his voice and found him with his head buried under the hood of a Mustang. I bit my lip and hung back a little, suddenly feeling unsure of why I was there.
He straightened and glanced at me. “What’s up?”
“Why didn’t you come back?” I asked. “Did your meeting go badly?”
“Well, it sure as shit wasn’t good.”
“And you blame me for that,” I deduced.
“It’d be a hell of a lot easier if I could.”
I bristled. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He sighed, leaning a hip against the car. “You’re not the only one in hot water. I made an unsanctioned trip into Gresham yesterday and Hatch found out about it. That’s the reason I’m here this early. It’s not on you.”
“Why were you in Gresh—” I gasped. “Wait. Did you go down to deal with Hooks?”
He scowled. “Yeah.”
“Why, Cash? I told you it was done and to leave it alone.”
“Some asshole threatens my woman, and you think I’m gonna fucking leave it alone?”
I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath. “How did Hatch find out about it?”
“No clue,” he said.
“Who’d you go with?”
“Archer.”
