Hank
The call from Knox comes through at 1:37 AM, and my blood goes cold the second I see his name on the screen.
Knox doesn't call me in the middle of the night unless something's wrong.
I answer before the second ring. "Knox. What's wrong?"
"I'm at The Rusty Spoke with Sam." His voice is calm, controlled, but I can hear the tension underneath. "One of the Jackals approached her. I stepped in."
My hand tightens around the phone so hard I'm surprised it doesn't crack.
"Is she okay?"
"She's fine. But you need to get here. Now."
I'm already moving, grabbing my keys, my vest. "I'm on my way."
I hang up and text Bobbie and two others from the crew. Rusty Spoke. Now. Sam's there.
I don't wait for responses. I'm out the door and on my bike in under a minute.
The ride to The Rusty Spok
