Dante
It was just after four when Dante pulled his Hog into the bar’s parking lot, with Jax following close behind. Police, forensics, and a couple of television news vans were also on site. The area near the woods was taped off as the investigators continued studying the crime scene. A small crowd of onlookers stood nearby, watching with interest.
They shut off their engines and got off of their bikes.
“Let’s go inside,” said Dante, taking off his sunglasses.
The two walked up to the bar entrance, where a “Closed” sign was posted. Ignoring it, they stepped inside where Rick Bloodwater was seated, talking to the owner of the bar, also a member of their pack.
“Good to see you, Dante,” said Alex Kramer, holding out his hand. He was tall, in his early thirties, with cropped light bl
