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I grabbed the coffee and handed the iPad back to Clutch. “I still haven’t agreed to help you.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he said, and I followed him out to the garage. Clutch hit the lights, and I could see his old shovelhead parked next to a brand-new Harley Davidson Fat Boy.
“You get a new bike?” I asked.
“f**k, no! I could never replace Charlene,” he exclaimed. “That one’s yours. Grover and Socks brought it over this morning.”
“Please tell me they didn’t steal this for me?”
“No, you i***t, it’s a gift from Cutter. There’s a card around here somewhere, too.”
“A card? What is this? A fuckin’ Hallmark moment?”
“I dunno, man. After all the s**t Cutter said last night, all fuckin’ bets are off. Maybe he’s goin’ soft because he’s dying.”
“You don’t even know the half of it,” I mutter
