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garage where the bikes were being repaired, hesitating when he saw King, who never bothered to look up, before making his way to the lounge.
    “Miss Beauregard, you’re glowing in this summer air.”
    “Is that what you call sweat?” Reveca said with a languid draw. That line killed Blackwater’s fake smile and made her boys rumble with laughter.
    Blackwater moved his head side to side. “Something’s different ‘bout you.”
    “What do you want,” she asked lifting her head to the fans once more, nearly closing her eyes so she could absorb the breeze.
    “That was some vigil the other night.”
    Reveca didn’t respond.
    “I surely assumed the funerals were going to be a sight to be seen after that, but, ah…I didn’t see any of you there this morning.”
    “We say goodbye in our own way, Blackwater. On our own time.”
    “Apparently.” He glanced to the bar. “You all looked nice and stocked over yonder. I assume all your permits are in order.”
    “Why would I need a permit? I sell nothing. This is not a bar.”
    “Sure, you just hand out beer and liquor and expect nothing in return.”
    Reveca let a lazy smile come to her lips and opened her eyes. “No, I expect something.”
    Blackwater popped his brow.
    “I expect my friends to have a good time, and talk about the bikes they love so much.”
    “Well, we’re friends aren’t we? How ‘bout a tall glass of water.”
    Reveca nodded at Echo, who stood to bring Blackwater just that . While Blackwater waited he scanned the lounge, nodded once to Cashton. “I see our traveling musician has returned to town once more, just like clockwork.”
    Cashton only glared in response.
    “Where is it that you play when you leave here?”
    Cashton narrowed his gaze, so much so that you could only see the blue flames of his eyes. “On a stage.”
    “Do any of you know how not to be a smart ass?” Blackwater asked as Echo approached him with his water.
    Once Echo gave it to him he held out his hand. “Twenty bucks, Lawman. We’re saving up for a permit.”
    “Do what?” Blackwater said as he nearly choked on the long drink he had just taken.
    Echo busted out laughing, so did Judge, shook his head and made his way to the other side of the garage.
    “What do you want today, Blackwater? Here to tell me more ghost stories?”
    “Why would I do that when you already know the ending?”
    She moved her shoulders so her Kut would fall back into place. “I didn’t know any such thing.”
    “Holden is one of yours.”
    “No,” she said with a lifted brow. “He’s a lone wolf, a biker that moves from club to club. Most times they never even linger near a club. He was not one of ours.” She stepped forward. “I don’t know where he came from. But I have no doubt that someone as foul and disgusting, someone as twisted and ignorant as him surely kept company with more of the same in his past. Hell, for all I know those people from his past sent him right at my Club.”
    Blackwater stared at her for a long moment. This was one of their standoffs, the moments when they both knew a truth they could not speak without tainting themselves with guilt.
    Reveca had no doubt the lawmen were having a hell of a time trying to figure out why their undercover officer confessed to a murder in front of hundreds of witnesses . That would be a hell of a thing to try to sweep under the rug, especially since Holden described the murder in unfailing detail. It wasn’t hard for him to do. Knight, one of the Sons that was skilled with computer systems, had hacked into the files, knew how the crime happened. So Thames, he pushed that into Holden’s mind as his new truth.
    Finally , Blackwater gave a grin.
    “Was it the assholes that sent him at you, or your Club that taught him to use a woman’s weapon to kill a dead man?”
    “Excuse me?”
    “The vic—the bullet used was a 22.” He reached in his pocket. “Now this here, this is a 45, a bullet that means serious business.