12
“You hit?” I asked as I took a hard right onto the main highway, heading south. I kept glancing in the rearview mirror, but so far there were no signs of our biker friends.
“No. Don’t think so.” His voice was as shaky as I felt.
I glanced over. Bits of foam rubber surrounded a hole at the edge of his seat that lined up with a corresponding hole in the glovebox. “Wow,” he said. “That was close.”
“You want to quit?”
“Aw, heck no.” He shot me a grin. “It’s just getting interesting.”
“Awesome, because I really need your help.”
“So where we headed now?”
“Ironwood.”
“To Pearson’s house? Rodeo and Tommy already checked out the place. Said Pearson’s side of the closet was cleared out like she was on a long vacation.”
“I want to talk to Pearson’s employer, the Lambda Resource Center ov
