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headed toward the grill, and I followed in his footsteps.
    “Hey Rod, I got someone you should meet.”
    Rodney lifted his head up and took a look at Jag, then at me.
    “Yeah, who’s that?” he asked.
    Jag stopped next to the grill and paused before turning back to me.
    “What is your name, anyway?”
    “Kim,” I replied. “I didn’t get yours, either.”
    “I’m Jag, and this is Rod,” he said, pointing a thumb at Rodney. “This is the lady that dropped Buster with a knee to the nuts.”
    “Ohh, Little Miss Nutcracker. Nice to finally meet you. Jag told us all about how you handled that jackass so… politely. Well done!” Rod said as he handed me a paper plate with a bun and burger on top.
    “Thanks.” I smiled with the two men and took the plate.
    “It’s not often you find a woman who can handle herself so calmly and… well, I can’t say elegantly, but definitely calmly.”
    “He’s not the first one who tried, I’ll give him that,” I said as I began putting some toppings on the burger.
    “I bet. You’re a fuckin’ hottie.” Rod whistled.
    “Hands off, buddy,” I said as I looked back at him. “I got no problem putting you on the ground, too.”
    “Ohh, feisty!” Jag crowed.
    I finished topping my burger before turning back to Jag and Rodney, who were now busy talking quietly so that I couldn’t hear.
    “I have a question for you two.”
    “Shoot,” Rodney replied.
    “I haven’t bought a bike here yet because I don’t know how the local clubs look at women riders, or if there are any rules I should be aware of. Anything I need to be worrying about?”
    They looked at each other briefly before turning back to me.
    “Nope. In fact, we encourage it,” Rod said.
    Jag turned back to Rod. “How about Roxie’s bike?”
    “What about it?”
    “Well, it’s been a long time now.”
    Rod thought about it for a moment.
    “I guess she could use that,” he said. “We’re not giving it to you or anything, but you can use it for now. We’ll get the prospect there to clean it up for you.”
    Rodney pointed at a younger guy wearing a leather jacket without the main decal on the back. It only said “prospect” where their club role goes.
    “Just make sure you take care of it.”
    “Really?” I asked in astonishment.
    “Sure, it’ll get that damn thing out of my sight. It doesn’t have any resale value anymore, anyway.”
    I had kind of been looking forward to using the all-expenses-paid credit card I got for each job, but this was so much better. I couldn’t believe how easily everything was falling into place. This case was going to be closed in a matter of weeks, at this rate.
    For the remainder of the barbeque, I wandered around, finding a few friendly-looking people to talk to. I chatted with the prospect, Tadd, for a bit. He was only nineteen and was clearly fresh. It wasn’t obvious to me if he knew exactly what type of thing he was getting into, either. I think he mostly just wanted to belong somewhere.
    I met a few of the “sisters,” or so they called themselves. Most of them were junkies, but a couple of them stood out to me, mainly Jessica.
    Jessica had short blonde hair. She had one green eye and one blue. There was something about her eyes that prevented me from looking away. They were truly intriguing.
    She had a degree in law and had worked at a few larger law houses before she found the club. Five years ago, at the age of thirty, she quit. She couldn’t stand the corruption and decided the outlaw lifestyle was more for her. At least the people here were honest about what they do, she said.
    Robyn was the other sister that seemed to still have her head on straight, despite the fact that she’d come to the club straight after her eighteenth birthday. She was twenty-four now and had never looked back on her decision. With her sparkling brown eyes and brown hair that she kept in a ponytail, she was drop dead gorgeous.
    When the sun began to set, the crowd started