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“We weren’t planning on staying,” I pointed out

“Yeah, I know,” he agreed “But ere planning on having bikers escort us to Eugene”

“And if we tell the’s up,” I said “Goddamn it”

“Pretty much”

I wasn’t sure what the right call was On one hand, I felt a loyalty to the club that had been ingrained in nore as looking me in the face We had a etting caught in order to bring the eneates

“We need to talk to Casper,” Eli said “Now”

I nodded “Grab Cam, too”

“Will do I’ll round everyone up”

“Make sure you do it quietly,” I said as he turned away “No need to make people nervous”

“I’ve got it handled,” he replied dryly

I wiped at ain as I strode back toward Casper’s roouy have, and how the fuck had he gotten to one of the members so quickly? Was there some kind of connection that predated this shit with Olive? And how the fuck e supposed to find that connection?

Farrah’s hand was on the pistol in her lap when I re-entered the room

“How’s it going?” I asked, leaning down to kiss Cecilia’s bent head Olive was nursing sleepily, and I breathed a sigh of relief that at least that was going okay

“She’s still quiet,” Farrah said cautiously, her worried eyes ood, all things considered”

“That is good,” I said, sitting down carefully next to CeeCee

The slice along her ribs was superficial, thank Christ, but I couldn’t iht of how scared sheher stoically let Forrest stitch it had been one of the worst moments of my life