Elvira crept backward, her eye on the door, as if planning her escape.
Anticipating the move, Carlita blocked her exit. “Is there an issue with the food? Did you have other plans today?”
“No.”
“You might as well tell her,” Elvira said. “Carlita won’t stop pestering us until she knows.”
“We might have a problem.”
“A problem?” Carlita echoed. “With a guest?”
“Maybe more than one,” Dernice grimaced.
Chapter 3
Carlita blurted out the first thing that popped into her head. “The potential problematic guest involves your biker group, the Thursday Riding Club.”
“A couple of them got into a fight last week when Creed, one of the riders, got hurt.” Dernice told them he accused another biker in the group of cutting him off and causing his accident.
“Is Creed here?” Carlita asked.
“Yeah. He’s the guy with the cast.”
“And a big bandage on his head,” Elvira added.
“What about the person he accused of causing the accident?”
“Rocky isn’t here.”
“So why do you think there might be a potential problem?”
“Because his brother, Sonny, is,” Dernice said. “Rocky and Creed almost duked it out. Sonny got involved too.”
Carlita’s eyes grew round as saucers. “Right after the accident?”
“Yep. Creed was ready to throw down, even with a broken arm, busted lip and needing stitches in his head.”
Elvira whistled loudly. “Sounds like a rough bunch. Who invited them?”
“You.” Carlita jabbed her finger at Elvira. “You were the one.”
“I thought it was you.”
She took a menacing step closer. “Don’t you dare try blaming this on me. It appears you’ve already conveniently forgotten thatI asked you about the invitees with names like Sonny Skidz, Paul Maul, and Cyclone Courtney.”
“Courtney’s a cool chick. I have to admit the rest can be a little.” Dernice tipped her hand back and forth. “The bottom line is we might want to keep an eye on them in case things start heating up.”
“What’s wrong with Sonny Skidz? I think it’s a cool name,” Elvira said.
Dernice rolled her eyes. “Only because you have the hots for him.”
“Do not.”
“Yes, you do. Sonny told me you invited him to go to the weapons expo over at the convention center.”
“Because I didn’t want to go alone, plus he likes guns and stuff.”
“Right.” Dernice crossed her arms, giving her “the look.” “Say whatever you want, but I know for a fact you have your sights set on Sonny.”
