Chapter 64

Swallowing hard, Quinn stepped outside the office and they walked toward the front where he could hear the bikers chatting.

The two Skulls were stereotypical bikers, big and burly.

“I’ll talk to you later, cuz,” Jimmy said when they got close enough for introductions. He held out his hand and Quinn grasped it. They did the manly clap on the back thing, just as a car rolled through the gates.

A sheriff’s cruiser. The bikers all looked bored, more than anything. They must’ve known the sheriff well.

The momentary panic in Jimmy’s eyes was reflected from Quinn’s. They watched together as Henderson got out of the cruiser and walked closer.

The man looked at them, his narrowed gaze shrewd as fuck.

“I wasn’t expecting a family reunion, Jimmy,” Henderson drawled. “Especially after those texts I sent you.” He glanced at the bikers, then back at Jimmy and Quinn. “So what’s the deal here?”

Fuck if I know now.