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fellow agent’s bad side when you delivered that blank disc from Devon to Gaylord.”
    “You’re telling me he’s still holding a grudge after all this time?” Logan grunted. “I want you to know, working with you and Gaylord has been the highlight of my career. It’s been an unexpected pleasure rubbing shoulders with such professionals.”
    “Save the sarcasm for the club, Marcs. You betrayed Gaylord.”
    “That’s classic right there,” Logan said, clutching his handlebars. “I didn’t betray anyone, especially Gaylord.”
    “It’s in the past. I see no reason to discuss it now unless you have a confession to make. Did you deliberately sit on crucial evidence? What was on the original disc?”
    Logan bit back the raging need to blast Sampson for wasting his time. He’d become a regular pro at dodging bad reports about Gaylord, and now he was suddenly interested in dated information? “You wanna know? I’ll tell ya. Your very married agent became obsessed with his club president’s old lady. After Damsel Road was sentenced, Gaylord was banging Victory. When she left him, Gaylord developed a personal vendetta against Devon. I was supposed to deliver proof to Gaylord, a sex tape, so he would stop pursuing her. When I met up with you guys that night, I handed over a blank disc. Devon had changed his mind at the last minute.”
    “You expect me to believe you didn’t know you were delivering a dummy disc? You must be losing your touch, Marcs. I thought nothing slipped by you.”
    “For future reference, you should remember that.”
    * * * *
    Logan opened up the throttle and soon raced down Highway 93. He cursed himself for wasting precious seconds by talking to Sampson about an insignificant piece of evidence.
    He had to reach Sassy before the club voted. He had to explain himself to Devon and the others.
    Damn it! This couldn’t be happening.
    The red light at the main intersection caught him, and he pulled out his cell phone. Using the signal they’d agreed upon if they suspected Logan had been made, Logan typed out their code phrase: Wanna go shopping?
    He stuffed the phone in his shirt pocket, hoping he’d soon feel the vibration of a returned text. By the time he left his bike parked in front of the clubhouse, the message arrived. He read Sassy’s message aloud, “I’m not ready yet” with an added smiley face to boot.
    “What the hell?” He stomped inside the clubhouse. What did she mean she wasn’t ready yet?
    Entering the back door, Logan took long strides as he walked to the meeting room. Full patch members and prospects had been invited to this closed-door affair, and everyone had been instructed to be on time. Logan was twenty minutes late.
    Placing both hands on the brass lever-style handles, he took a deep breath and opened the double doors, strolling inside without any hesitation to his steps. He took a seat at the table, one chair to the left of Tigger, the club’s VP.
    “Where the hell have you been?” Tigger asked, shooting Devon a sideways glance.
    “It couldn’t be helped.”
    Devon leaned back in his chair. “Why were you late, Marcs? Considering why we’re meeting today, I can’t wait to hear this.”
    “It couldn’t be helped,” Logan repeated himself, seething. What the hell had Gaylord brought down on the MC? What had Sampson caused when he put the two of them together for that unnecessary pow-wow a few months back?
    “You walk in here twenty minutes late and act as if you don’t owe us an explanation?” Devon glowered. “You’d better start talking, Marcs, and I mean you’d better start spilling your truths now. It’s rare when the club’s treasurer is late to a meeting, especially when the vote hitting the table concerns said MC Treasurer!”
    “I had some business to take care of!” Logan screamed, slamming his fist against the recently polished tabletop.
    “Here now!” Tigger yelled, his hard glare darting between Devon and Logan. “What the hell