Cole
THERE WAS ROAD construction on the same block as Red’s Deli, which appeared to be hurting the business in the area. The shop itself was empty when I walked inside, even though the OPEN sign was lit up and three motorcycles were parked outside.
I took off my sunglasses. “Hello?” I called out, looking over the tall glass deli case.
Nothing.
Strange, I thought.
The lights were on, music played, and uneaten sandwiches sat on some of the tables. It was then that I heard the sound of the back door being opened and footsteps. I peered around the corner and swore inwardly when I noticed who was heading this way.
Gomer.
I should have recognized his Hog out front, I thought, heading back toward the front door. The last thing I needed at the moment was a confrontation with my old club. I
