also grabbed up his clothes form the floor and started to sort them on the bed.
“I don’t know for sure. But I do have to go.”
“Now? Alex, it’s two thirty in the morning.”
“I know,” he said, wanting very badly to explain what was happening. But he didn’t want to cause her any worry, and he sure as hell didn’t want to start an argument. This was something he had to do, and he didn’t want her trying to talk him out of his responsibilities. This was the bed he made, and now he had to lie in it.
“Is it bad?”
“It could be,” he said, slipping his shirt on. “I promise you, I’m not trying to be vague or rude about this, but the less you know, the better.”
“Okay,” she said hesitantly. “At the risk of sounding like an obsessive little girl, can I ask when you’ll be back?”
“If it goes well, I could be back in about an hour, I guess.”
“Someone from the club is here? In town?”
“Yeah. They found out where I was somehow.” His thoughts instantly turned to Slim, but he didn’t want to assume that his friend would just hand him over like that. On the other hand, Alex didn’t doubt that Jameson would get extreme on his own club members in an effort to get any information he wanted.
“And that’s why I can’t tell you much,” he went on, slipping his pants on. “If they’re in town, I have to go to them. If I don’t, they’ll look for me. And I can’t let you get into this.”
“But if these are members of your club, would they actually hurt you?” She was sitting up now, hugging the sheets to her. It hurt Alex to see her looking so beautiful and yet so worried all at the same time.
“It’s hard to say,” he said. He stood up from the bed and leaned over to her. He kissed her softly but deeply. She cradled his face in her hands, and when they parted, she looked him directly in the eyes.
“Be straight with me,” she said. “Are you about to go into a dangerous situation?”
“I don’t know for sure,” he said. “It’s really weird. Very hard to explain.” And the hell of it was he really didn’t know how this would all go down.
“Okay,” she said. “If for some reason it goes bad, and you get a chance, can you at least call me?”
“Absolutely,” he said, and then kissed her one more time. “But I have to go.”
She nodded and he hated to see her looking so sad. He gave her one final look and then headed for the bedroom door. “I’ll be back,” he said without much emotion.
“Okay,” she said.
He stood at the door for a moment, looking in at her. He had to tear himself away, pulled by the reality of what was waiting for him on the other side of town. His heart thumped with dread as he finally turned away and headed for the front of the house.
When he stepped out into the night, the silence of the city seemed foreboding. Even when he cranked his bike to life and started down the street, everything seemed too quiet for his liking.
It felt like even the city was waiting for this to unfold, its silence an indicator that it knew trouble was on the way.
CHAPTER TEN
Jameson flicked his used up cigarette to the pavement and watched the orange embers die out. He sat astride his bike, looking out across the empty restaurant parking lot and tried his best to figure out how he was going to handle this situation. He thought the world of Alex, but he also felt that he needed to make an example of him. No one abandoned the Unknowns without his say so. It was more than just a stupid, stubborn pride thing. It was the fact that Alex knew lots of information about the club and, beyond that, was on the fast track to taking up an important position within the club.
If anything, Jameson felt betrayed. His feelings weren’t hurt, and, truth be told, he wasn’t even that pissed off anymore. The anger he had felt — the same anger that had been behind his