Page 59 of May 11

FROM THE GARAGE, WIRE watched Cora pass the open doorway leading into the kitchen. He put the cap back on the oil bottle and checked the level in the sump.

"When do you think your website will be fixed?" asked Cora.

Wire wiped his hands off on the rag, keeping an eye on her. She'd been on the phone for the last forty-five minutes.

She stopped in view of Wire and stabbed her finger on the screen of her cell.

"Hey." He tossed the rag onto the rolling stool. "What's wrong?"

Cora stepped into the garage. "You once mentioned that you joined Havlin Motorcycle Club and lived in Beaverton."

He cocked his brow, surprised that she'd remember the details of his life.

"That made me think about the picture at the clubhouse. It wasn't taken in Seaglass Cove. Maybe it was taken in Beaverton at what you call the mother chapter." She waved her hand in the air. "After Googling, I discovered that The Columbian is the most popular newspaper in that area. When I looked on their website, I searched for Jeff's name, but nothing came up."

"You're a regular detective," he muttered.

"No, I'm just trying to find my brother." She glanced at him. "That's not against your biker rules."

He had to lay it down thick that taking pictures inside the clubhouse was forbidden. Things that were seen and heard inside the building were private. She needed to respect that—brother or no brother.

He shrugged. "Maybe he doesn't live there."

"Maybe." She frowned. "But I put the mayor's name of Beaverton in the search engine, and nothing came up either. Their website isn't working, verified by the woman who answered the phone when I called about it. So, until it's up and running, I can't search for Jeff through the most likely place."

He grunted. It was hard for him to see what the hurry was about.

Cora's brother wasn't even aware of her existence. Obviously, something had kept her brother away all those years.

"It's like I hit a dead-end whenever I try to search for him." She blew out her breath in agitation.

He wouldn't kill her buzz but knew men like her brother. Hell, he was one of them.

The likelihood of her digging up a past that wanted to remain buried was lower than finding and reuniting with her brother. She wished for a happy reunion. Not knowing what kept her brother away, he could tell Jeff Albright wouldn't be happy if found.

If it turned out that the guy in the photo of Havlin Motorcycle Club was her brother, he definitely had a past Cora wouldn't understand.

A rumble filled the garage. He walked over and hit the garage door opener on the wall.

The door rose. Dio and Cord rolled to a stop in the driveway. He walked outside.

Dio took off his helmet. "Bad time?"

"Nope." He hitched his shoulder. "Just finished putting the new sump on the bike. I've been meaning to do it for weeks. Hopefully, that will keep the gears from running hot enough to burn the oil."

"Did you get the Mayfield brand?" asked Cord.

"Yeah."

"I switched mine out when the rep dropped them off at the shop. Major improvement." Cord lit a cigarette.

He looked behind him. Cora had returned to the house and shut the door leading into the kitchen.

"What brought you over?" he asked.

"Prez needs to talk to you." Dio scratched his head. "Without Cora."

"Now?"

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