“Yep and yep. Anyway, he knew that I didn’t have anything waiting for me when I got out of jail, so he told me about The Road Devils. He was already patched in and he invited me to prospect when I was free. He said that the club would take me in, give me jobs, help me earn a living. Get me back on my feet.”
“Wouldn’t that be a parole violation?” Jo asked in a small voice. “I mean – the club was a criminal organization then, right?”
“You’re a smart cookie, ain’t you?” Silver said, amused and impressed at her quick connecting of dots. “And yeah, you’re totally right: my associating with them was a huge no-no. I did it anyway.”
“You never got caught?”
“The club has always had certain people on the payroll,” Silver said carefully. “Including cops, parole officers, lawyers, judges… and thes
