Terrance parked the truck behind Iron Goddess. He hadn’t said another word the rest of the way back. Shea followed him through the shop’s back door, still marked with pieces of the crime scene sticker from that morning.
The workshop looked as it had before the robbery. Tool chests and other equipment were all where they should be. A few bikes were on lifts in various stages of assembly. Switch and Lakota were wiring up a large cruiser.
Terrance stomped through the workshop to the office, slamming the door behind him.
“How’d it go at your business meeting?” asked Lakota. A grease smudge marked her cheek.
Shea shook her head and scowled. Lakota shrugged and returned to her work.
Shea walked past the office to the showroom. Monica stood with a clipboard taking inventory of what remained
