Karl
We all met a couple days later at Grandpa Xavier's house, Benji, Fed, Agent McKesson, everyone.
Gathered around the kitchen table, we drank beers while Grandpa got steaks ready for the grill out back. Despite the reason for us being there, it felt strangely natural and . . . normal. Just my ex-federal agent turned biker buddy, my retired FBI agent grandfather, a working FBI agent, and two retired prostitutes. Oh, and me. The president of an outlaw biker gang.
You know. Normal.
“Your grandson and his girlfriend are cute,” Agent McKesson said as she popped a roast peanut into her mouth.
Jassy perked up. “Girlfriend?” she asked.
“Yeah, she's not my girlfriend,” I said, almost reflexively.
We both looked down at our hands, which were entwined together.
Agent McKesson cackled at ou
