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But she headed for her home. Kara pulled into the driveway, and parked, engine still running. He parked behind her, peered down into the driver’s side window.
She was on her cell phone. If she was calling the cops...
After rolling down the window, she made a frantic gesture and cupped the phone. “It’s Dylan. He called me. He’s scared, Jace. Really scared. He said he saw something...he wasn’t supposed to see.”
All his senses went on alert.
“What?”
“Some man named Marcus. He saw him in the clubhouse with Mike.”
Jace went still, a thousand scenarios playing in his mind. Savage joy that there was a witness he could use to identify Marcus. Worry about Dylan himself, for few bikers knew Marcus’s real identity. “Tell him to stay put. I’m coming back for him.”
Kara talked to Dylan and gasped. “Okay, okay. I’ll be there. I promise.” She hung up.
Jace’s heart raced. This wasn’t good. What the hell did Mike have planned?
“I’ll get him. You stay here.”
“He wants to see me. He doesn’t trust anyone else, Jace.”
Great. The kid had a guilty conscience now? Couldn’t he have waited? Dylan knew who Marcus was, and that wasn’t good for the kid.
Exasperated, he pulled off his helmet. “Fine. Leave the car. Get on. But let’s hurry.”
Kara leaned away. Huge blue eyes stared at him.
The real terror in her voice made him pause. Squint at her. “Babe, why are you so scared of my bike?”
“Please, Jace, I can’t do this.”
Exasperated, he looked at her. Really looked. It wasn’t scorn on her face, or disgust for the lifestyle she thought he’d embraced. No, it was simple fear.
Real fear, the paralyzing kind. Fear for Dylan.
Panic flared in her eyes, the pupils indicating Kara was ready for flight-or-fight. He couldn’t risk either.
“Take your car. But you have to hurry.”
When they arrived back, Kara parked a block away. Jace parked next to her.
At the clubhouse, he paused outside the door. It was quiet. Too quiet.
Not even insects hummed, as if creatures of the night sensed something dreadful.
He unlocked the clubhouse door and went inside, motioning for Kara to remain outside.
Someone had turned off the television. The kids finally fell asleep. Jace removed his Glock from the back holster and chambered a round.
Ominous stillness. No snoring, no sounds of anyone turning over in their sleep, or someone padding to the bathroom and flushing the toilet. Even during the night, people made noise.
Gun cupped in his hand, he advanced into the clubhouse. Now, the tingling down his spine increased, as he smelled something in the air other than the sour stench of beer, stale cigarette smoke and fried food.
The coppery slickness of blood.
A single light that illuminated the bar remained on, cutting through the darkness. Jace rounded the corner, his gun held out. Nothing. No one. His gaze roamed the room. All seemed normal.
He glanced at the next room, where the young bikers had been playing video games. The three kids, including Dylan.
