“And rainy days. Or night rides. Not to mention the battery size. Those are the sticking points for all engineers.”
Don’t brag.
Don’t brag. “Not for Creed.”
Rage turns away from Everett. “How far has he gotten?”
“Far enough.”
“If he needs an investor—”
“The club can cover what he needs.”
“You’re not seeing the big picture. That engine could do more than power a bike.”
Has Creed thought about that? Probably. “I’ll let you know.”
Rage nods.
“I WAS RIGHT!” Rogue dashes over to us. “Volt found it.”
“Found what?” I didn’t know we had lost anything.
Rogue stops short in front of us, holding out a phone. “Dylan’s stalker.” He takes a deep breath. “I was right. He’s part of a group. A fan club. They call themselves the Number One Fan Club.”
“There’s a group?”
“I think so. We can’t get into the page. It’s password-protected, and Volt hasn’t been able to crack it.”
“Fans of what?” Rage walks up next to me.
“Huh?” Rogue steps back. He must not have even noticed him.
“Rogue’s old lady is an author. Rogue thinks her stalker was part of a fan club acting out snuff scenes from their favorite authors’ books.”
“Give me that phone now.” Rage holds out a hand.
“This is club business.”
“Fiona’s sister is an author. This is now my business. Hand me the phone.”
Things got tense quickly.
Rogue hands over the phone.
Rage looks at it for all of ten seconds, then hands it back to Rogue.
“Aren’t you going to hack the password?”
Rage shakes his head. “Nope. That’s on the dark web. If they know the member you took this phone from could be compromised, they’ll disappear if I log on as him. We need to hack the site and stay invisible.” He looks over where Creed is showing Everett how to balance. “It shouldn’t take long.” Rage wanders away, thoroughly engrossed.
“Max Rage is intense.” Rogue whispers.
Oh yeah, he is.
“How did it go with Greer last night?”
“It didn’t. She got back from town late and cancelled.”
