Good, because I wanted it to look like I knew what I was doing when he got here, and right now I just felt like a huge imposter. Wilder parked his bike in front of the alley next to a row of other motorcycles. I hadn’t taken into account that the area would be full of people when we returned, which seemed like a gross oversight now. Bass thumped from the strip club, and every so often I’d hear the DJ’s muffled voice introducing a new girl to the main stage. If my hearing was as good as I knew it to be, the woman currently taking her clothes off was named Badger. A dozen cars were parked in the strip club lot, and six more were lined up in front of the bar. Hardly a massive showing, but enough warm bodies moving around might make this whole ordeal a bit trickier. That said, it also meant the bar was open, and that was great news because I was going to need a full bottle of Jack Daniels to myself when this was all wrapped up.
