I shrieked and fled into the night, hearing footsteps. Without a second thought, I raced for the clubhouse and yelped when I spotted the creepy thing sitting there. A glance over my shoulder showed a tall figure, all in black, chasing me, and I screamed again.
“Amy!” Drew yelled. His voice came from in front of me, so I ran forward. Strong arms caught me up, and I began fighting whoever it was.
“Amy! Amy! It’s Drew!” he shouted, and I paused, gazed at him, and collapsed into his embrace.
“Somebody was inside the sheriff’s office,” I gasped, panting for breath as I clung to him.
“Fuck!” Drew exclaimed.
“What’s going on?” Monroe bellowed as he and Sully approached. Behind them came several more men.
“Someone chased Amy. We’ve got an intruder. Can you get people to search?” Drew asked.
Sully turned around and snapped some orders.
Monroe sniffed the air. “What’s burning?”
“A car was on fire. Let’s hit the clubhouse, and I’ll tell you what’s happening,” Drew replied.
Monroe agreed as Sully rejoined us. I kept clutching Drew. I knew him, kind of, and he was safe.
“Amy, did you pass the clubhouse?” Drew asked.
I nodded. “Okay, you’ve already seen what’s there. Let’s go,” Drew said. We headed back, and Drew unlocked the doors and slid them back. We shoved through the saloon doors, and Drew hit the lights. As soon as they turned on, I relaxed. I felt safe here.
“I’m going to get Amy a drink, and then we’ll talk.”
Monroe and Sully nodded. “We’ve got men out searching for anyone who doesn’t belong. What the fuck is that outside?” Sully said, pointing his thumb over his shoulder.
Drew handed me a glass of whiskey, and I took a sip. I listened carefully as he explained what had happened, and the cold fear in my belly began to ease. Whether that was due to the alcohol or feeling safe, I didn’t know.
“How much damage has been done to my car?” I asked Drew.
“Couldn’t tell Amy; it’s too dark.”
“Who was the target? Me, the club, or both?”
Drew shrugged.
Great, just what I needed. I dropped my head and sighed deeply. Did fate want to throw anything else at me?
“Amy, what happened?” Sully asked gently, and I realised my hands were still shaking. I put the glass down and shoved them under my knees.
I explained the person in the jail, and Drew’s jaw tightened when he realised he’d placed me in harm’s way.
“Fuck, I can’t remember if the office was locked or open when I took Amy there,” he cursed.
“You’ve got cameras there?” Monroe asked.
“Yes.”
“I’ll have someone pull the footage,” Sully said.
“You can’t; it’s password-locked. I’ll fetch it when the club returns. I’m not leaving Amy again.”
“We’ll stay with her,” Monroe offered, and Drew shook his head.
“Thanks, but no. I left Amy, and look what happened. I’m staying put until Vortex gets back.”
