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nerves.
    “Depends. Are you scared that I have your address and name now?” He pockets my ID and folds his arms.
    “A man named...”
    He looks at me, a shallow smirk growing on his lips. I must look ridiculous. “Logan.”
    I glare at him a little longer, astounded at his confidence. At least now I have a name to put to a face. And an attitude. I can’t believe how wound up I am over him, in strange and frustrating ways. He grins and turns away from me. “The men aren’t going to like this.”
    I watch him return to his group of riders, and the sounds of the traffic fade back into the foreground again. For a few moments, it felt like I was trapped in some weird closet with Logan, and I don’t know how I should feel about it.
    The riders are arguing about something, but I can’t tell what. After some time, one pulls out a knife and kneels down by the unconscious victim. Oh my God, are they going to kill him? He digs the knife into the leather vest and cuts it off him, pulling the front and back from his body. Why would they do that?
    After gathering up the jacket, they climb back on their motorcycles and race their engines. The ambulance and police sirens sound off the buildings as they race toward the intersection, and just before they make themselves visible, the motorcyclists all ride off down the road, twisting and weaving between rubber-necking cars.
    I guess they didn’t want the police to know he was part of their gang. The EMTs rush out of their ambulance with a stretcher and wrap a brace around the victim’s neck. He seems to be coming to. The EMTs are talking to him. As they carry him into the ambulance, a police officer approaches me by surprise.
    “Ma’am, would you like to make a statement?”
    . . .
    By the time I give my statement and make it to work, I’m three hours late. Becky is ready to chastise me, but I nearly break down in tears in the back room. The weight of the entire event finally falls down on my shoulders, and I feel like puking. Between the accident and Logan’s interrogation, I don’t know what I should feel. I can’t believe my car squeaked by with barely any damage but a destroyed bumper. My air bags didn’t even go off.
    Becky consoles me for a bit and lets me come out when I’m ready, and I take a couple extra minutes to compose myself. For the first time, I can’t wait to just scrub some prissy dogs for once.
    But still, something about that man. Logan? I roll his name around in my head, and the Ms. Prissy Dog I’m cleaning shakes her coat and gets soap on my face. I barely notice I’m wiping it away, because all I can do is recreate the scene of the accident. The way he walked up to me... his scent.
    “Cassie!” I hear Becky call, in a strained voice. I glance over at her and realize she must’ve been saying my name for the last couple of minutes. She looks confused that it took me so long to reply. My cheeks are burning, and I quickly tilt my head to show her I’m listening. “Jesus. What are you doing? Maybe you should go home.”
    “No,” I protest immediately. “No, I’m fine!” I turn back to the dog and pour water on it, briefly looking in its eyes. The dog looks like it's pitying me for being absentminded. Like the dog knows anything.
    The rest of the day goes by quickly, especially since I was three hours late. It’ll be an anemic paycheck.

CHAPTER 4 — LOGAN
    “W hat shit luck,” Tank says. He’s got his elbows firmly planted on the torn felt of the sea-green pool table, and I’m sitting in a stool, trying to not think about what happened. I can feel the tension in the air hanging like sickness.
    “Bomb, why aren’t we visiting Surge at the hospital? This is bullshit that we had to take his colors too.” Driver throws the damaged vest on the table and lets it crumple. The RUIN MC patch stares up at me. The flaming skull with fangs doesn't have eyes, but if it did, I'm sure they'd be judging me. The other men look at me, uneasy, but not sure