Page 6 of Elling & Jackie

"Did he say anything to you?"

"I told him he had to move because he was parked in the loading zone and he said his bike wouldn't start." She plopped down on the bed. "I figured water got into his ignition and took him out a can of WD-40. Then, he left. Now I feel stupid for bothering you but Chief—"

"You did the right thing. What colors was he riding under?"

"I don't know," she muttered.

"Don't bullshit me. You were the little girl who used to pay attention to everything that had to do with Brikken. What club?"

She rotated her shoulders in a circle. "Slag."

"What exactly did he say to you?"

As she recounted the short conversation, more one-sided on her part, she could sense the irritation in Jett's breathing as he listened without making a comment. Living in Portland, she caught sight of more motorcycle club riders than Brikken members.

Within the city, there was Slag, Notus, and some mom and pop riders around. None of them would know her. Chief had kept her protected growing up. And then, he'd sheltered her when she was old enough to spread her wings.

"I want you to keep your eyes open. If he or others show up, call, and I'll get your ass back home."

She rolled her eyes. That was the same threat she heard all the time. She wasn't going to leave her job.

After promising him that she would pay attention to what was going on around her and that she'd call if she noticed the Slag member hanging around again, she ended the call. After several minutes of missing home, she got up and brushed her teeth.

Then, she went to bed.

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