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thing.”
    I tear my gaze from the hallway where Saxon’s hospital room is. The sheriff hasn’t come out yet. “What?”
    “The Eighty-Eight and the way they’re after you.” She says that quietly, so that she can’t be overheard. “Because, really, what does anyone get out of that? Especially when you’d be worth so much more for your brain. I mean, think about it. You brew beer and you’ve got a degree in chemistry. How hard would cooking meth for them be?”
    God. “I’m not exactly Walter White.”
    “I bet you could do it. So if I was a criminal mastermind, I wouldn’t want your pussy. I’d just chain you up and force you to make drugs all day and I’d get rich selling them. Then I’d hire a bunch of cabana boys and bang them . In revenge.”
    “Reichmann isn’t a mastermind.” And he doesn’t want my pussy. He just wants to hurt me.
    She snorts. “Like I said. ‘You know what’s stupid?’”
    True. But stupid can still be pretty damn dangerous.
    Sheriff Landauer isn’t in Saxon’s room long. He’s already talked to me but I’m not surprised when he heads my way again. When she sees him, Anna gets that fighting look on her face, like she’s going to tell him to back off or wait until tomorrow or go sit on a sharp stick. I shake my head and she deflates.
    “You sure?”
    I nod and she gets up, moving across the waiting room to where her brother, Stone, and a handful of other Hellfire Riders are sitting. There were more here earlier, but after Saxon woke up and they got the news that he was going to be all right, some of them started taking off for home.
    Landauer folds himself into the chair at my left and caps his bony knee with his hat. He’s lean and wiry, with short blond hair salted by gray and sporting a Clint Eastwood jut in his jaw. A scar on his upper lip makes him look like he’s always sneering, but he’s not so bad.
    “You doing all right?”
    I can only manage a short, hollow laugh.
    “Yep, that’s what I thought. I thought I saw Red earlier? I didn’t get a chance to say hello to him.”
    My dad. I don’t know if they’re really friendly enough to exchange hellos, or if Landauer is just making it sound like they are so I’ll relax around him. I’ve never heard my dad say a bad word against the sheriff—which isn’t the case for almost every other cop around the area. “He’s picking up clothes for me.”
    I tug at the front of the scrubs that the hospital gave to me. I came in half naked, with my shirt wadded against Saxon’s neck and my shorts soaked in his blood. My suitcase is in my truck but the sheriff has already said I won’t be getting anything out of it until they’ve finished processing the vehicle.
    His gaze skims over the assembled Riders, who are looking this way. Maybe thinking they need to extricate their first lady from the cop’s grasp. I meet Blowback’s eyes. I can handle this. He says something to the others and they’ve all suddenly got other things to look at.
    “You know I always thought your man got a bum deal all those years ago. Crane was a real hard-ass.”
    The county prosecutor. “I guess.”
    “He should have dropped the charges when you came forward.”
    “A jury didn’t agree. They didn’t seem to think anything I said mattered.”
    “Well, Crane did a good job of painting him as a troublemaking piece of shit, didn’t he?” He leans forward, hands clasped between his knees, watching my face. “Now here we are.”
    “Where are we?”
    “Fifteen years ago he was kicking Timothy Reichmann off of you. Now Reichmann’s little brother is president of a biker gang, and word is he’s after you. You , even though it was Saxon Gray that killed his brother.”
    Because Luke Reichmann is a misogynist coward who thinks that his brother was just giving me what I deserved—and because he knows better than to go after Saxon. Or at least, he did know better. But he still didn’t come himself. He sent two of his men,