Jimmy’s heart thundered painfully against his chest on feeling the fine bone handled serrated edged blade, memories surfacing of the old days when Cary had worn it in a tan leather sheath attached to his belt.
As if reading his thoughts Cary thrust the same sheath, now badly worn, into Jimmy’s outstretched palm as he examined the knife. “Like I said, you might have need of it. Strap it on. I only wish I could help.” Lennox’s tone carried a genuine regret. He gestured toward the house “But Patti’s expecting the kid, and all that. She’ll have a fit if I get into trouble again.”
Jimmy regarded the ex-Outlaw biker leader warmly, smiled his thanks and promised that when he did finally catch up with Christy O’Donnell, she’d be sorry she ever double crossed him and his friends.
Christy wasn’t
