Chapter 85:
The bar's full at seven in the morning.
Not with bikers. With reporters. Dana's here with her cameraman and Marco and a producer who's been on the phone since five. There's a woman from the state paper and a man from the county paper and a stringer for a cable network who flew in from the capital.
And there's twenty-three bikers standing behind the bar with their cuts on and their arms crossed.
Kael's at the door with his coffee and his phone and his jaw set.
"You ready?" he says.
"No."
"Good answer." He takes my hand. "Let's go."
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We walk out the front door at seven-fifteen.
The sidewalk's packed. Not just reporters. Townspeople. Miss Ada and Betty and Carl and Marlene and the diner sisters and a dozen other faces I know. And behind them, standing on the corner w
