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in.” He looks back at me. “The face recognition will track him.” He drinks his water and fills his glass again. “Need to get lunch going. Thanks for showin’ today, I would have thrown the fuckin’ Brothers out before I left that little waitress alone with them.” I throw him chin and take the money from our last customer.
    I can’t say I’m loving the job here but it’s not too bad now that we’re waiting on lunch. Racks walks in looking like shit. “What the fuck happened to you?”
    He stops short. “Tiny, I didn’t know they called you to fill in.” He looks like he’s going to be sick. His lip is split and he’s moving slow.
    “What. The. Fuck. Happened. To. You?” I say slow, letting him know I want an answer.
    He looks down, takes a breath, then looks back at me. “Couple of guys jumped me last night outside the Plank. Had my shirt over my head so I didn’t see who it was.”
    What the fuck? “You were alone?”
    “Yeah. I was leaving early. I knew Lana wasn’t feeling well, the other Prospects stayed inside.” He’s embarrassed.
    I look at him. “You didn’t go back in to let anyone know?”
    He steps closer and looks down. “When I woke up the place was closed. I was under a truck. Thank God it was left in the lot. I would have been run over.”
    I pull my phone and call over to Transport. “Send me two Prospects ASAP. I’m at the Diner.”
    I point to the counter, letting him know I want him to sit and go to the kitchen doors. “I need a breakfast, basic is good.” Danny tells Tom to get it going and walks over to me. I tell him what happened. He calls Rich to pull the feeds from the Plank last night and see who was on surveillance. I go back to Racks and get him some orange juice.
    “Did Lana get to her appointment?” he asks, throwing me chin for the drink.
    “Kate’s got someone bringing her.”
    Customers come in and Lucy seats them. I get the drinks and hand them over for her. Racks’ breakfast is up and I slide it over to him. He eats like he’s starving. Fuckin’ Prospect worrying over Lana and showing when he’s hurt is a better Brother than the asswipe and some of the Brothers this morning. My Prospects come in with another group of customers following.
    “Which one of you has worked here and is any good?” Balls says he’s got it and goes to the sink to wash his hands. Fuck me, I like that.
    Baker looks at me. “I worked the Bakery and Transport.” He looks like he’s sorry he never worked here.
    I smile. “Can’t all work for Sam. I need you to take Racks to Doc’s. He was jumped last night, unconscious for a few hours, see if he’s got a concussion and have him check his ribs.”
    He nods, looking at Racks. “When you left?” He nods with his eyes on his plate. “Sorry, Racks, I thought you got picked up. I saw your bike there when we left. We should have stuck together, man. Come on, let’s get to Doc’s.” Racks uses his napkin and takes a breath.
    “You were doing right, Racks, knowing you were needed, you were doing right. You should be safe in the yard. Brothers are already working on that. Let us do our part and take care of our own. Go get checked and let me know what Doc says. I’ll work out your schedule when you call. Yeah?”
    He lets his breath out. “Yeah. Can you let me know about Lana when you find out? Sam was pretty worried.”
    I throw him chin. They walk to the door, he’s moving slow. I hear Baker say he’s sorry he didn’t leave with him again. They’ll all be good Brothers. I need to let Pres know the Prospects are better Brothers than some of these others.
    Lucy’s back, Balls is talking to her at the end of the counter. “Balls, you got this?”
    He looks my way with a smile. “We may need some help at dinner but lunch should go fine.”
    “I’ll get your help here before dinner,” I tell him, pushing through the doors.
    Danny is standing by the stove, adding something in a big pot. “Balls is here to help