It can’t be true. How can it be true? Thank God I don’t live far from the shop, or else I’m not sure I could make it. I’m just that devastated. How can this be? I look back on everything I can remember from the last few days. How did I miss this? He never once mentioned a club. Never. I didn’t even see a motorcycle anywhere. It would have been in the garage, stupid. But…wouldn’t there have been a clue? Something, somewhere? Oh, God. Of course there was. The tattoo. The angel in the flames. Angels of Chaos. I can’t be blamed for missing that. I don’t know anything about the club, only hearing about them that one time at the shop when they rode through. By the time we closed up for the day, I had dismissed them from my mind completely. They meant nothing to me. At least, they hadn’t at the time. I manage to keep from crying until I pull into the driveway of my little house.
