Riding the Line (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation #2) - Winter Travers Page 0,17

like everyone in town decided they needed a fucking oil change today.” Hero pulled down the garage door and slid the lock into place. “Beer?”

“Nothing sounds better than that.” I hadn’t planned on being in the shop all afternoon, but we were swamped, and I didn’t have a choice but to be there. “Gotta admit, I’m even looking forward to Meg coming back. I’m not cut out for doing the books and my usual work.”

Hero laughed and clapped me on the back. “Now you know how I felt when my dad stepped back from painting so much, and I had to pick up the slack. Thank God he showed me everything he knew before he tossed all the work on me.”

Rigid was the best painter in the shop, and he thankfully had shown Hero, his son, everything he knew. Now Hero was pretty damn close to being better than his dad. “Though all you were doing today was fucking oil changes and tire rotations,” I laughed.

“Yeah, we need to stop scheduling so many of those.”

I shook my head and wiped my hands on a shop towel. “Except those are the bread and butter of the shop. Your paint jobs bring in money, but it’s not like you’re doing fifteen a day like we do oil changes.”

“You actually learning shit from doing the books?”

I shrugged. Maybe I was. I was able to see the money coming in and where it went. It wasn’t cheap to run a mechanical and body shop. “I’ll tell you all about it over that beer.”

We walked into the clubhouse, and the club girls were everywhere.

I cringed and scanned the faces of all of them. “You know, the idea of having girls all over seems appealing, but now that we actually have it, I have to say, I miss the quiet.”

“You’re telling me,” Hero grunted. “How about we get that beer and head to the backyard?”

I nodded. “Sounds good. I’m just gonna check in on Indiana, and I’ll meet you back there.”

Out of all of the guys, Hero was the one I was closest with. Somehow, we always ended up playing with each other when we were younger, and that just seemed to be the theme through adolescence into adulthood. I was a couple of years younger than him, but that didn’t matter.

“Yo,” I called to Zag. “You see Indiana?”

He shook his head. “Haven’t seen her all afternoon. Check with Easy.”

Again, I scanned the common area but didn’t see Indiana. Or Easy. I jogged back to her room and found the door open, but she wasn’t inside.

I pulled out my phone and called Easy.

“Yo,” he called into the phone.

“Where the fuck are you?” I growled.

“Uh, well…”

Jesus Christ. “Where. Are. You?”

“Across the street,” he mumbled. “And so are Indiana and Greta.”

“Field trip,” Greta yelled into the phone.

“What the fuck are you doing across the street?”

What the hell was Easy thinking? There was a fucking serial killer on the loose, and he was taking Indiana on a damn field trip?

“Look, brother. I can’t control my sister. She does whatever the fuck she wants, and she drug Indiana along with her. I’m doing the best I can here.”

“You can’t control two women who are half your size?” I demanded.

“Look, you come over to Reva’s, and you can handle these two since I’m doing such a shit job at it.”

I ended the call and shoved my phone in my pocket.

King walked out of the hallway and stopped in front of me. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Easy can’t seem to handle watching Greta and Indiana.”

“He lose them?” King laughed.

“He lost who?” Hero asked.

Jesus. I didn’t want to explain what was going on. I just wanted to get over to Hair of the Dog and see with my own eyes that Indiana was okay.

King smiled. “Easy was supposed to keep an eye on Indy for Frost, and instead, his sister staged a prison break.”

“Greta is fucking nuts. Swear to Christ; she took notes from Aunt Meg when she was younger.” Hero shook his head. “You remember that time when she was fourteen and managed to get all of the ducks from the pond to follow her home?”

King busted out laughing. “Gwen spent all day trying to figure out how the two loaves of bread she just bought disappeared. Greta came walking into the kitchen with two empty bread bags and fifty ducks marching right behind her. I never saw Gambler grab a broom in my life, but you can bet your