Barker“Did you see who it was?” I ask Henry as we park our bikes outside the rest stop. “I thought I saw Pete in my line, but I’m not so good with faces when they’re wearing helmets.”
I try to get off my bike, but Ainsley is still latched onto my hips. Her head is buried in the leather of my jacket, but I can feel the vibrations of her chest as she cries to herself. I’m not sure what the hell I should do here, so I go with my gut and stay put.
“No, I didn’t see. We should probably do a roll call or something and then check in with Biggs.” Henry grabs a clipboard from his backpack. As secretary of the club, he has always been the most organized brother. He flips through the list with a tiny pencil he keeps behind his ear next to the cigarette. He checks the guys off one by one as they par
