Wild Ways Read Online Free
Author: Tina Wainscott
idea of having someone at her side when she met with Billy Bob, even if she did have to pay him. A check of her surroundings showed that the guy on the bike was, indeed, gone.
You made sure of that
. Stung by Kevin’s abrupt departure, she hadn’t been very nice to the guy who’d offered his assistance. Who had seemed to actually care.
Don’t get sentimental. He probably would have asked for some huge sum of money
. They usually did if they had something to offer. Most of that information had turned out to be dead ends, or in the case of Scotch, wild goose chases. More like a wild alligator chase, given the people he’d sent her to.
She watched the bar’s stained door, uneasy about being here so late at night. All right, more than uneasy. Nervous. Scared. She’d approached Billy Bob during the day when he’d been doing what he said was prospect duty—guarding the club’s bikes parked outside. He’d told her that the guys were planning on being there that night, and he’d no doubt be pulling duty again. It would be safer if they talked outside, since the guys knew who she was.
She wrapped her fingers around the steering wheel, tension tightening all the muscles in her body. How long should she wait? Billy Bob and the gang were very late now. Part of her whispered,
Go, get out of here
, but it was so damned hard to let go of a possible lead.
The door opened, and a skinny woman walked out and headed right toward Mollie’s car. She lowered the window.
The woman brushed straw-like hair from her gaunt face. “You Mollie?” Her voice was as rough as the rest of her.
Scanning the area and seeing no obvious threat, Mollie stepped out. “Yes.”
“Billy Bob just called and asked me to give you a message. The guys are heading elsewhere, but he’s going to slip away and meet you for a few minutes. It’d be better if you pulled around to the back of the building, so the guys inside don’t see him talking to you.”
As the woman started walking back, Mollie asked, “Have you seen Birdy?” She handed her a flyer. “She’s my sister, was hanging with the Kings.”
The woman barely looked at the paper. “I don’t see anything around here. It keeps me alive. And sane.” She scurried back into the bar.
Mollie wanted to understand what drove these women to join the clubs so she might have a clue to understanding her sister. Most would barely talk to her.
Molly knew that Billy Bob was taking a chance by talking to her, but she sure didn’t like the idea of parking around the back. The area was somewhat of an industrial park, or had been years ago. The closest building looked to be some kind of manufacturing facility, though there was no activity at this time of night. Farther down the road was a stripper bar, with a garish neon sign flashing the silhouette of a curvy woman. On the other side of a large vacant field was a shopping center with a liquor store at one end, an all-night self-serve laundry at the other, and empty shop spaces in between.
Mollie had scoped it out before she’d come to the bar, taking note of places she could run to if she needed help. Though she wasn’t sure who would go up against the Kings if it came down to it. Probably no one.
She looked at her sister’s face smiling up from the flyer. Below the main picture Mollie had included two smaller ones. One was of the two of them as children. Mollie wanted people to see the innocent girl Diana had once been. The second picture was the polar opposite, taken from her Facebook page before it had been closed down. It was a selfie, from her cell phone as she held it out in front of her. She looked happy, if drunk. The background revealed guys with beards, tattoos, and black leather vests with the Kings logo. Mollie would go around the back of hell if it meant bringing her sister home.
The old sedan she drove fit in well in the places she found herself. Unfortunately, it wasn’t completely strategic. It was all she could afford now,
You made sure of that
. Stung by Kevin’s abrupt departure, she hadn’t been very nice to the guy who’d offered his assistance. Who had seemed to actually care.
Don’t get sentimental. He probably would have asked for some huge sum of money
. They usually did if they had something to offer. Most of that information had turned out to be dead ends, or in the case of Scotch, wild goose chases. More like a wild alligator chase, given the people he’d sent her to.
She watched the bar’s stained door, uneasy about being here so late at night. All right, more than uneasy. Nervous. Scared. She’d approached Billy Bob during the day when he’d been doing what he said was prospect duty—guarding the club’s bikes parked outside. He’d told her that the guys were planning on being there that night, and he’d no doubt be pulling duty again. It would be safer if they talked outside, since the guys knew who she was.
She wrapped her fingers around the steering wheel, tension tightening all the muscles in her body. How long should she wait? Billy Bob and the gang were very late now. Part of her whispered,
Go, get out of here
, but it was so damned hard to let go of a possible lead.
The door opened, and a skinny woman walked out and headed right toward Mollie’s car. She lowered the window.
The woman brushed straw-like hair from her gaunt face. “You Mollie?” Her voice was as rough as the rest of her.
Scanning the area and seeing no obvious threat, Mollie stepped out. “Yes.”
“Billy Bob just called and asked me to give you a message. The guys are heading elsewhere, but he’s going to slip away and meet you for a few minutes. It’d be better if you pulled around to the back of the building, so the guys inside don’t see him talking to you.”
As the woman started walking back, Mollie asked, “Have you seen Birdy?” She handed her a flyer. “She’s my sister, was hanging with the Kings.”
The woman barely looked at the paper. “I don’t see anything around here. It keeps me alive. And sane.” She scurried back into the bar.
Mollie wanted to understand what drove these women to join the clubs so she might have a clue to understanding her sister. Most would barely talk to her.
Molly knew that Billy Bob was taking a chance by talking to her, but she sure didn’t like the idea of parking around the back. The area was somewhat of an industrial park, or had been years ago. The closest building looked to be some kind of manufacturing facility, though there was no activity at this time of night. Farther down the road was a stripper bar, with a garish neon sign flashing the silhouette of a curvy woman. On the other side of a large vacant field was a shopping center with a liquor store at one end, an all-night self-serve laundry at the other, and empty shop spaces in between.
Mollie had scoped it out before she’d come to the bar, taking note of places she could run to if she needed help. Though she wasn’t sure who would go up against the Kings if it came down to it. Probably no one.
She looked at her sister’s face smiling up from the flyer. Below the main picture Mollie had included two smaller ones. One was of the two of them as children. Mollie wanted people to see the innocent girl Diana had once been. The second picture was the polar opposite, taken from her Facebook page before it had been closed down. It was a selfie, from her cell phone as she held it out in front of her. She looked happy, if drunk. The background revealed guys with beards, tattoos, and black leather vests with the Kings logo. Mollie would go around the back of hell if it meant bringing her sister home.
The old sedan she drove fit in well in the places she found herself. Unfortunately, it wasn’t completely strategic. It was all she could afford now,