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home.”
     
    After a breakfast of eggs and sausage, Jack set Tina to work sweeping out the clubhouse while he cleaned his own apartment. While he wouldn’t say he trusted her with his life, she had shown that she didn’t have to be watched every moment.
     
    The clubhouse wasn’t a pig sty, and she went about efficiently sweeping the place out with a large push broom. In a back corner, by a large, enclosed, three-axle trailer, she found several large plastic bins chock-full of odds and ends: dozens of tennis rackets, clothes, GPS’s, and even an empty pistol holster.
     
    “Hey, Jack!” she called.
     
    “What?” came his voice from inside his apartment.
     
    “What’s all this stuff? The clothes and tennis rackets and stuff.”
     
    After a moment, Jack appeared. “Oh, that. Just some stuff that was left here when we bought the place. If you want to dig through it, you might find some more clothes that fit.”
     
    Tina looked at Jack dubiously. Something about the statement didn’t ring quite true. What it looked like to her was stuff you might find in a car. Just like when she had first broken in, she got the feeling that this place was a breaker, but she said nothing, not wanting to offend Jack if she was wrong.
     
    “Okay, thanks. Maybe I will. Why don’t you sell this stuff? I see, three, four, six GPS’s in there. And what is that, twenty tennis rackets? This stuff has to be worth a few bucks.”
     
    Jack shrugged. “Just haven’t gotten around to it. But you are welcome to take whatever you can find that you need.”
     
    Tina debated claiming the lot. She should be able to get at least a couple hundred bucks at a pawn shop for the stuff, but she didn’t want to appear greedy. “Thanks, Jack. I will see if some of the clothes will fit to give me another set.”
     
    “Help yourself,” Jack said with a smile. He looked around the clubhouse. Except for this corner, the place hadn’t looked this good in a long time. Tina had obviously worked her ass off this morning. “When you get finished here, we’re done for the day. The rest of the Sons will be here a couple of hours. I’ll introduce you.”
     
    “You have a son?” Tina asked in surprise.
     
    Jack chuckled. “No. The Desert Sons, the motorcycle club I belong too. This is our clubhouse. Those are some of the guys’ bikes over there, those that don’t have a place to keep them. I live here and take care of the place.”
     
    “Ah!” Tina breathed as so many questions were answered. “So what do the Desert Sons do?”
     
    “Nothing. We hang out. Go on rides. Drink, fight, and fuck. The normal stuff motorcycle clubs do,” Jack said with a big grin.
     
    “Yeah … I saw the fucking part the first night.”
     
    Jack laughed. “Actually, we’re just a group of friends that get together on Saturdays and shoot the shit. Once a month or so we go for a ride as a club. We’re just normal guys, doing what we do.”
     
    “What do you do, Jack, when you aren’t taking care of the clubhouse? You haven’t had to go to work these last couple of days.”
     
    “I work for myself. I sell used cars. The Audi is mine, but the BMW and the Jag, those are cars I am getting ready to sell.”
     
    “Pretty high end stuff. That Jag can’t be more than six months old.”
     
    “That’s what I do. I find almost new cars that someone bought but doesn’t want anymore. In over their head on payments or whatever. I buy it, then flip it.”
     
    “Pretty good work, if you can find it.”
     
    “It’s not a bad living. People around here know me. Most of the time they come to me.”
     
    Tina grunted. “When did you say the Sons would be here?”
     
    Jack looked at his watch … or would have if it were still on his wrist. He looked up to see Tina’s smiling face as she dangled his watch in front of him. Jack made a big production out of feeling for his wallet, finding it securely in his pocket. “Goddammit. Would you stop it?” he teased