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floor, and swung open the mini-fridge door long enough to grab a water bottle. After popping several aspirin and washing them down, he grated out, “Talk at me.”
    “I’ve been trying to do just that for the last four hours,” Randon informed him. “This Eva gal must’ve kept you up half the night.”
    “You know it,” Kurt said, not remembering a blame thing except that she had claimed to know Randon. Now, Randon was sort of implying he didn’t know her. Kurt debated mentioning the fact but decided he must’ve been playing it off for Pageant’s sake. After contemplating the Eva factor for a moment more, he decided it wasn’t important. “Give it to me. Everything you’ve got on the guy.”
    “He cleared out a town.”
    The “he” in question was well understood. The Bold and Free riders had been tailing a murderer for the last few years. They were tired of chasing shadows in the dark and showing up late to what small town reporters often dubbed as killing parties. They were chasing entities known as the extortionists, but as far as Kurt was concerned, they might as well have been tailing ghosts.
    “You with me now?” Randon asked.
    “About half, but I’m getting there. Go ahead. Talk at me.”
    “Satisfying, South Carolina and it’s bad, man.”
    “Isn’t it always?” Kurt hit the speaker option and scrolled through the texts he’d apparently missed over the last few hours. “Wait a minute.” He read the part about Bart Phillips’s ex-wife living in Satisfying. He couldn’t guess why, but he was suddenly desperate to remember what she looked like. Probably didn’t matter. Only, for some peculiar reason he had a strange feeling he’d dreamt about her the night before. “Do you remember anything about her?”
    “Who’s that?” Randon asked.
    “I’m reading your texts. You said Bart Phillips’s ex-wife lives there in Satisfying.”
    “Yeah, so?”
    Kurt cleared his throat. “Is this related?” He wasn’t about to dig for personal information on the former deputy’s ex. Most of the Bold and Free riders became hot topics after their thirtieth birthday. According to wolfen legends and proven facts, the pack members always mated within ninety days of the big 3-0, which was the primary reason the club threw huge parties when one of their own was days away from biting the bullet. Pack members within the MC considered the events their bachelor parties.
    Randon’s voice changed in volume as he provided a few facts about Satisfying. He mentioned something about the town not having a stoplight and then rambled about the population, schools, curvy two-lane highways with terrible pavement and potholes big enough to swallow a few SUVs, not to mention Harleys.
    Realizing he’d zoned out, Kurt cleared his throat and asked, “So it isn’t related?”
    “Are you even listening to me?”
    “Yeah, man. Why?”
    “Yes, of course it’s related,” Randon snapped.
    Randon meant the killings were all interlocked and would lead back to the extortionists. Kurt, on the other hand, remained stuck on the idea of Bart’s ex-wife living in the town where the killings had occurred.
    Why he was still pondering a woman he couldn’t clearly remember remained to be seen.
    “We’re on our way to Satisfying now,” Randon said. “We should be there in about two hours. How soon can you meet us?”
    “Today?”
    “Yes, today. You sound like an old woman squelching out her last vocal soprano performance.”
    “I can still hit the high notes when it matters.” Kurt reflected on the night before. He vaguely remembered Eva removing her clothes. She possessed one smoking hot body. If any woman owned the ability to make a man purr and sing, Eva was one such gal.
    “Yeah, yeah. I hear ya,” Randon muttered. “Go practice singing in the shower and get a move on it, man. We’re gonna need some experience. Blaez and Marcus are already on their way.”
    “Glad I could count on ‘em,” Kurt muttered. “Tell