Chapter 9
"Let her go," Myron said.
"It's okay, Myron," Cindy replied. "I was just talkin' to him. His name is Tiny. Ain't that funny? A big guy like him."
"Baby, you get tired of him-"
Tiny was interrupted by a blaring horn as Lauren Laird edged his car between the jail and the long line of motorcycles.
"What's the trouble, Myron?" he said, stepping from the car.
"Simple, Mr. Laird," Myron replied. "They want their people back. Cindy, get over on this side of the car."
Reluctantly, Cindy walked around the car and stood behind the two men on the porch.
"Not a chance," Laird replied.
"All you have to do is drop the charges,
Lauren," Myron urged. "And we can get rid of the whole bunch."
"You better listen to him, fat man," Tiny said, leaning over the hood of Laird's car.
"No b
