SINCLAIR ARRIVED LATER not even thirty minutes later with Bruiser right on his heels. The guys who had been in front of my house earlier switched out and a new set of guys were hanging around. I had watched many of my neighbors come out of their houses warily, keeping their head down and attempting to peep at the Iron Order bikers inconspicuously as they headed to their cars or got out of their cars and all but ran into their houses. After my call to Sinclair, I paced around my living room, staring at the window that gave a view of my front yard. I'd had my cell-phone clutched in my hand and I drummed my fingernails along the back of it. I'd seen Sinclair, Bruiser and a few other guys when they had arrived and none of them looked very happy.
I went toward my door as they were making their
