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Tito broke my gaze and looked at Baker. “I’ll hack into his system tonight and start listening where I can. I’m guessing all the interior cameras have sound. If so, I’ll be able to hear everything. It will come down to what he says and when.”

“Keep me posted,” Baker said.

Tito picked up his computer. “Will do.”

Baker looked at Tito and then at me. “Either of you two got any big plans today?”

“I need to get something to eat,” I said. “And I’ve got to stop by Mission Beach and top off the chemicals.”

Tito raised his laptop. “All I’ve got is this. Why?”

“Goose called. He’s got a water leak between the meter and his house, and he can’t get a piece of equipment rented until tomorrow to dig it up. He might use some help. Reno’s got the tranny out of his Shovel, and Ghost’s trying to get his Mustang finished. You two mind giving Brother Goose a hand?” Baker looked at me. “Hell, Cash, you can stop at the blowjob queen’s place and get a hummer after you’re finished.”

“I’m done with that chick.” I glanced at Tito. “I’ll go give him a hand. I don’t need this little fucker tagging along, though.”

“Cash can go get breakfast,” Tito said. “I doubt he’d be able to keep up with my Dyna after I put that big bore kit in it, anyway.”

I glared at Tito. “Fuck you. Your Dyna’s a turd.”

He looked at me and raised both eyebrows. “Faster than that Bagger of yours.”

I stood and crossed my arms. “Ready to find out?”

He stood and crossed his. “I’m ready if you are.”

“I’ll have Goose tell me which one of you gets there first,” Baker said with a laugh. “Loser buys the beer for tomorrow night’s meeting. We’re running low.”

After the installation of a big-inch kit on the bike, I had no doubt Tito’s bike would be faster than mine. Our riding talent was equal, so if I intended on winning, I needed a competitive edge.

I turned toward the door and slapped the laptop out of his hand. When he bent down to pick it up, I planted the heel of my boot against the center of his ass and toppled him over onto the floor.

Then, I took off in a dead run toward the door.