“Why are you asking?”
“Just trying to gather up some intel on one of their members,” I replied “A guy named Delbert Fisk. They call him Boneyard.”
“He owe you money or something?”
I shook my head. “Nothing like that. He hurt a friend of a friend a while back and I was thinking of paying him a visit to discuss my disapproval of his behavior.”
Orion smiled wide. “That must be some friend of a friend you’ve got there. For you to go through all that trouble.”
“This piece of shit, Boneyard, raped a college student six years ago and has been outside for longer than the time he served. I was just hopingfor a little insight into this animal’s club before I made any moves. The last thing the Howlers need is to be at war withtwoclubs.”
“Fuck those Nazi peckerwoods. If you’ve gotta straighten one of them out, I’ll ride with you.”
“That’d piss your old man off ten times more than if I made a move on my own. Plus, your woman might have a thing or two to say about it.”
“Only if they find out,” Orion countered. “Raquel has a higher sense of duty than I do, and what Dad doesn’t know can’t crawl up his ass.”
“Then let’s make sure his ass stays free and clear.”
* * *
The next night, Orion and I drove anhour north, up to Cherry Creek to a dive bar called Otto’s Place. A known hangout of the Supreme Riders, and current whereabouts of Delbert “Boneyard” Fisk. We left the bikes at home, opting instead for one of the club’s utility vans.
“We sure he’s in there?” Orion asked.
“My guy in Denver told me Boneyard and his crew are here nine out of ten nights,” I replied. “After getting out of prison, Boneyard was promoted to Road Captain. Now he slings meth out of Otto’s.”
“Anything else ‘Deep Throat’ tell you?”
“Just not to fuck around with these guys.”
“Well, isn’t thatexactlywhat we’re planning on doing? Fuckingwith them?”
“Just one of them,” I replied. “The plan is to avoid the involvement of his club or anyone else, for that matter.”
“So, how do we get Boneyard alone without attracting attention?” Orion asked.
“I have a plan to get him to come with me outside. When I do, you’ll be there to get us outta there, pronto.”
“I’m not going in with you?”
I shook my head. “Even in these civilian clothes, someone from the Supreme Riders will recognize you. I’m gonna head inside and see if I can get a private meeting with Boneyard. You pull the van around the back, and I’ll meet you there. Be ready to haul ass out of here whether I have Boneyard with me or not. Gotit?”
“Ten-four. But how are you gonna get him outside alone?” Orion asked.
“I’m gonna tempt him with a big score,” I said, climbing out of the van. “Drive around back and be ready.”
I pulled my hair into a ponytail which I then stuffed under a baseball cap. Even though I was a stranger to these guys, I didn’t want to draw any unnecessary attention to myself, and my hair tended to do just that. Instead, I would walk into Otto’s place a wolf in trucker’s clothing. In my right coat pocket was a small canister of chloroform mace spray. One good shot of this near the nose or mouth and it was nighty night for at least twenty minutes.
My father used to say there were three kinds of bars. Ones that are good for getting a drink, ones that are good for getting drunk, and ones that are good for getting stabbed. The moment I stepped into Otto’s, I knew it was only a matter of time until knives were out.
After a quick scan of the place, I didn’t see anyone fitting Boneyard’s description, so I made my way to the bar.
“What can I get you?” the bartender asked.
Detecting his Irish accent, I played one for the house. “A shot of Jameson and a pint of Guiness if you’ve got it on tap.”
“Would you like to open a tab?”
