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only other place she could think of to look for Tyler.
     
    She got on a bus that dropped her off a few blocks from the Red Kings’ clubhouse, then walked the rest of the way there. She didn't know where else to look except for the biker hangout, a place where Tyler had become very comfortable. Walking through the gates surrounding the property, she headed towards the first person who might know her best friend's whereabouts. She spotted her old truck sitting in the parking lot and rolled her eyes. Typical Tyler, he was probably sitting at the bar inside, drinking and hitting on the scantily-clad girls that usually hung out around the clubhouse.
     
    “Hey, Nash,” Jackie said with a smile as she walked towards a man that was in the garage they used to service both customers to make a living and their own automotive needs. Mark Edwards, affectionately named Nash after his birthplace in Tennessee, was just under six feet tall with dozens of tattoos, dark hair, and bright, piercing eyes. He only spoke when he had something worth saying, which made him seem a bit cold. Jackie tried to avoid being alone with him, if only to prevent awkward silences, but she found that he was rather accepting of her. He was the only guy there to not give her any shit about her relationship with Tyler or her sporadic presence around the clubhouse. Nash shifted his eyes from the engine in front of him to her approaching figure and nodded silently in greeting. She leaned on the car he was working on, being careful to keep her distance from him just to be on the safe side. “Have you seen Tyler today?”
     
    He shook his head, going back to his work. Jackie nodded and scratched the back of her head nervously as she began to walk away.
     
    “Ask TJ.”
     
    The mumble was so deep that it was almost a whisper, but it managed to make her jump nonetheless. TJ, the charter's treasurer, was a pleasant guy with a loud voice and a rather obnoxious personality. He was blonde, short, and, apart from his broad shoulders, was nowhere near as muscled as the other members were. He was the polar opposite of Nash, his mouth always running a mile a minute. TJ never stopped talking; he could discuss anything and everything and always had an opinion, which was, according to him, the one that mattered most.
     
    Jackie turned back to Nash to find that he hadn't moved from his original position under the hood, but she was sure he had spoken. “TJ? Right. Is he in the clubhouse?” Nash nodded microscopically, but it was enough for Jackie. “Thanks.”
     
    She spun on her heel and headed across the space towards the motorcycle club's hangout, hoping nobody would yell at her for being here. Her day had been pretty crappy so far and the brunette really looked forward to finding her best friend so she could chew him out. Arriving in front of the main door, she stood there uncertainly for a second, then knocked softly. When she received no answer, she knocked harder, grimacing as the metal door brushed roughly against her knuckles.
     
    “It's open!” she heard someone call from inside the building.
     
    She tentatively turned the knob and pushed the door open just enough to stick her head inside. Glancing around, she spotted TJ and Taco, the club's newest prospect, playing a game of pool. Taco was a tall, lanky man with shaggy brown hair and was a few years younger than Jackie. He was awkward and clumsy, but he seemed to have a kind heart, which made him an odd addition to a crew like this.
     
    “Tag-along!” TJ's booming voice hit her ears, causing her to wince slightly, both at the volume and the newly acquired nickname. “C'mon in. What brings you here?”
     
    Jackie slowly moved into the main room, grateful that there were only two club members present. “Hey, have you seen Tyler? He's not answering his phone and I can't find him anywhere.”
     
    “Yeah, he was here earlier. The guys thought it would be a good time to break him into some of the club