To finally find her here, of all places, is crazy.
Sometimes I think looking for her is one of the reasons I became a nomad in the first place. It freed me from being bound to a single place and state.
I’ve found myself searching crowds for her wherever I’ve been. Any woman her height and with that honey blonde hair color.
She was as shocked to see me as I was to see her.
When Utah is finished filling Rock in, Prez drags a hand over his jaw.
“Goddamn it. Those assholes are fucking with my last nerve. Why the hell can’t we find them, Utah?” he barks.
Utah’s arms lift and drop. “We scour the city every time this happens. It’s like they’re fucking ghosts. I don’t understand how they manage to slip away every time.”
“They’ve hit practically every damn place in town. They shot our fucking VP.” He slams his fist on the desk. “I want their fucking heads.”
“I don’t get it,” Utah says. “We’ve had people watching every major road out of town. They never see these guys racing off.”
“Maybe they’re not slipping away,” Darko drawls quietly.
“What are you talking about?” Rock asks.
“I’m saying maybe they’re local. Maybe they don’t flee. Maybe they just hide out somewhere close.”
“So, they’re Batman? They’ve got some bush that drops, and they drive through a secret tunnel?” Rock smirks.
“I’m being serious, smartass. There are lots of places they could go. They roll into a parking garage or a warehouse or the garage of any house in town for that matter.”
“Okay. It’s possible. Let’s say they’re locals. Why haven’t we seen them riding around?” Rock stares at Darko.
“Maybe they don’t use those bikes. I’m sure they don’t dress in black with ski masks when they tool around town,” Darko says.
“If we could get our hands on one of their bikes, we could trace it,” Rock says.
Utah folds his arms. “They’re careful. They always seem to hit at the right time and place, and the police are always miles away.”
“Well, I can’t put a guy at every business in town.” Rock drags a hand through his hair in frustration. “Got any ideas?”
“Maybe just specific places,” I suggest, speaking for the first time.
Rock’s gaze cuts to me. “Go on.”
“The Gaslight has a prime location to start with.”
“I thought sure just the fact that they had a club connection would keep them off these guys’ list. Apparently not.” Rock leans on his elbows.
“Let me check the place out. Maybe if I hang around there, I can spot something,” I offer.
“You plan on stickin’ around, Nomad?” Rock asks.
“Until we catch these assholes, yeah. I’ll stick around for the fun.” I flex my fist. “Nobody shoots a Royal Bastard and gets away with it, let alone your damn VP.”
He studies me. “You’ve got a reputation, Keno.”
I fold my arms. “Yeah? What’s that?”
“You get the job done. They say you’re as determined as a dog with a bone when you zero in on something.”
“Guess that’s true.” I rock on my heels. “This chick from the bar… tell me about her.”
