That made two armored vehicles and four very well armed cops, but though they had all gotten out, none of the four made any move to enter the bar. She would not surrender her daytime hours, too.įlashing blue and white lights caught her attention as another Enforcement vehicle pulled into the bar’s small front parking lot. It was enough that the nightmare images–full of the thick, cloying smell of raw meat gone bad–haunted her sleep night after night.
She couldn’t think about that, couldn’t go there.
Parts of Orrin, soft and wet things that should have never been exposed to the air, flecking her as she cowered in the corner while Clay– She could feel blood rising to flood her cheeks as her heart thudded in remembered fear. Talin’s hands clamped down on the steering wheel with white-knuckled force. All she knew was that he hadn’t had any run-ins with the law after being released from the juvenile facility where he had been incarcerated at the age of fourteen–for the brutal slaying of one Orrin Henderson. Swallowing, she shoved away the memories, knowing she couldn’t allow them to distract her. The last word stabbed a blade deep into her heart.Ĭlay had always been loyal to her. DarkRiver was extremely well respected, so Clay’s position spoke of trust and loyalty.
What she had discovered was that the Clay she’d known, the tall, angry, powerful boy, had become some kind of a high-ranking enforcer for the dominant leopard pack in San Francisco. It didn’t bode well that it had taken her that long to screw up the courage to come to him. And a bar was the last place she’d expected to find Clay given what she had learned about him in the two weeks since she had first tracked him down. Talin McKade told herself that twenty-eight-year-old women–especially twenty-eight-year-old women who had seen and survived what she had–did not fear anything as simple as walking across the road and into a bar to pick up a man.Įxcept, of course, this was no ordinary man.
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