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will hunt you down. I will nail you to a floor and then kill you in the slowest and most painful way imaginable.”

    Tiff got her ear to the door in time to hear Mace’s snarl. “Good luck with that, bro.”

    “We got what we need.”

    “You don’t know that.”

    “I know it and you know it. It’s just what Weinberg said, it’s a done deal. We should close up and clear out of here right now.”

    “Oh, I’m fine with that part. I just don’t see us carrying baggage.” A chair scraped, “And not turning loose something that could compromise us.”

    ‘Jax’s voice hardened. “There isn’t any way that she could compromise us, is there.” There was tension in the long silence. Tiffany wished so hard that she could see what was going on in that room. ‘Jax’ again, his voice lower, “How can she compromise us, Mace?”

    “I’m just saying, no point in scattering loose ends around, is there.”

    “If you’ve done something dumb, then it’s on you. We’re taking big risks here for the health of the club, but I’ve had your back all the way, Mace, and I still have it. Just don’t act against me.”

    “Yeah, and I bet that ain’t all that you had.” There was a rush and the sound of bodies coming together.

    After what seemed a long moment, ‘Jax’ said, “This is for later. We’re not done with this.”

    “Maybe, but your plan to haul out still looks good. Could be time, bro. I say we clean up and go.”

    “Then we do it my way.”

    A pause and Mace said, “Then we wait.”

    There was quiet for a time, so Tiffany slipped back into the bed. She turned it all over in her mind, searching for ways to interpret what she had heard. Ways to read it which didn’t imply that Mace wanted to kill her, and ‘Jax’ was the only thing stopping him.

    In the next room, the sullen silence remained. After a long while, murmurs and grunts sounded like one of the bikers was making a call, but she couldn’t even tell which one.

    An agonizing half hour passed, maybe more, or perhaps it was only twenty minutes—she couldn’t tell any more. A buzzer squawked, sharp and loud, in the next room. Tiff’s body clenched at the shock, at the sound she hadn’t heard before.

    There was movement in the next room. The outer door opened. Then voices, low, but calm, murmured back and forth in some talk she couldn’t make out. Then ‘Jax’ said, “Okay, thanks. Bye.” There was a response she also couldn’t make out, and door closed again.

    After a while, the door to her room opened and Mace brought in a whole pizza still in its box, with a beer. He set the box on the little table with the beer on top.

    “I’ll leave you a spliff, too.” He drew a fat blunt from the top pocket of his shirt and placed it on top of the pizza box before he left, closing the door softly behind him.

    She shivered.

    Rubbing her arms, she realized that she wasn’t even cold. It’s adrenaline kicking in , she told herself, the fight-or-flight response . Only it was bad timing on her body’s part. There was no good way she could either fight or fly right now.

    Unless… Tiff thought about the lighter.

    The expression on Mace’s face when he brought the pizza and left it with the beer, the gentle way he put a joint on top, Tiff was sure he was thinking of it as a kindness—that he thought of it as him bringing her last meal.

    She couldn’t sleep all night. She heard every strike of the bell in the clock tower.

Chapter 12

    When Jack stepped up to his court bench, he looked out at Frank Gracey behind the prosecution table with his head in his hands. Then Jack saw the defendant and he knew why. Now he understood the purpose of the meeting in the diner. Before the indictment was even read out he called the two counsels to his chambers.

    The mood in Judge Berringer’s chambers was solemn. The opposing attorneys both sat in front of Jack’s wide mahogany desk. One looked like the cat that got the cream, the other