THE MAIN AREA of Carla’s is empty when the two of us descend the stairs. All the bikers that were lying in wait are gone and only Bruiser, Sonny, and Sinclair remain. They're standing in a semi-circle near the entrance. I can hear their voice—more than that, I can hear the audible distaste in Sinclair’s voice—and I can see both Sonny and Bruiser’s expressions. Sonny seems troubled and Bruiser seems as pissed off as Sinclair sounds.
“Did something else happen?” Carla asks. She pauses at the last stair and from behind her, I can see her knuckles clench, pale underneath her brown skin.
Bruiser looks over at her, then at me behind her, then back again. Realization is in his eyes but his expression is so carefully controlled, I can’t tell if he’s happy with what he’s discovered or displeas
