lah

the steel gas tank of the trike, the

ng to force his dead legs to take his

r seat of his wheelchair, breathi

ging on his temple. "They are making you share your patch with that lying stree

re the sudden strain had caused fre

but I stepped forward and planted

nd the Church give a damn about justice? Kenton set a trap for you. You ride in there alone on

fire in his eyes fli

e years, he had watched me swallow my tongue an

oden workbench in the center of the garage, and

f my riding jacket and pulled out a thi

pped the papers direc

k at what your beloved brother-in-law has

pers with trembling, g

garage fluorescent tube, his

cles locked, his knuckles turni

r. "The quarterly supply budget for our two hundred Harleys... the title deeds to our s

est. "Britt's brother. The one who owes over a million dollars to the illegal chop shops in the sou

ight ball inside his fist, a murd

aching down for the leather holster strapped to his chair.

at his legs. "You can't even stomp a rear brake pedal, Dayne. An

h hit him like

his broad chest heaving as he

wheelchair, taking his cold

I said softly, looking up into his worn face. "I came here to s

at me as if looking at a stra

planning to

ce of softness vanish

And I am going to rip their lies apart in

the hidden compartment behind the tool rack

t down onto

t belongs to the Rodgers family," I said. "And th

ts on the table, silence stretchi

ed a long, ragged

t room," Dayne warned, his voice steadying.

e corner of my mouth. "Wh

, thundering rumble rolled in

nds, the vibration grew so intense that the cor

ped to the grip of his .45 pi

y doors, watching the dark horiz

tside the apron, replaced by the

cut through the gloom of the garag

n massive figures on heavy black c

te-black custom machine-the rider slo

en door, his icy green eyes locking o