Page 101 of His Old Lady

He took his two rings off his hand and pocketed the jewelry, knowing his fingers would swell. Walking to his Harley, he checked the gas tank. The return from California seemed like weeks ago, instead of a few hours.

"I need gas to make it to Superior." He lifted his gaze and whistled, attracting the other bikers.

Banks jogged over. "Need something?"

"Get a gas can." He unscrewed the cap.

Usually, putting gas in his bike was the first thing he would do upon arriving back to town after a ride. In his hurry to meet with Priest and get back to Faye, he'd neglected something that was as ritual as having a cup of coffee in the morning.

Banks returned and filled Curley's Harley. He turned to Priest. One thing kept entering his head.

"Do you think she could've gone to the prison to see Walker?" he asked.

Priest shook his head. "It's too late in the day. She'd never make it in time."

He inhaled deeply through a tight chest. Tracy had verified that Faye had left her house only minutes before he'd headed home.

Paco ran outside with a piece of paper.

He moved to the other side of the bike. "What did you find out?"

"I could only get his last address." Paco handed him a slip of paper. "I went ahead and called the phone number associated with the address, and a woman answered. She told me Cal no longer lives there. She told me I could find him living in an apartment above the Hot Springs Lounge."

Remembering Faye having informed him Cal had changed after the divorce, he'd head to the lounge first. "Let's ride out."

He led the way. The others caught up with him.

Priest, though president, would let him take the initiative today. Nobody, especially a Tarkio member, stood between a man and his old lady.

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