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    A huge boom interrupted my thoughts.
    The shock wave rattled the windows and the building swayed underneath the chair enough that I almost tipped over.
    What the fuck was that?
    I sprang to my feet and listened. There was a lot of shouting going on down in the shop.
    At least whatever that was didn’t kill everyone! It had been one powerful explosion, whatever it was.
    I ran out the door and down the stairs as fast as my feet could take me. I didn’t let my mind race ahead of me to what I might find. About who had just been leaving and most likely to be the target of a bomb.
    All of the men who had been in the shop when I’d arrived were standing out on the driveway. I saw pieces of debris strewn across the ground visible through the open garage doors. Twisted chunks of metal, and most of them were black. Oh god.
    I sprinted towards the exit and pushed my way through a few men. Everyone stared at a heap of smoking leather and denim lying on the ground. Kat knelt beside the pile, hands hovering above the body.
    “Jed!” My throat went raw from the intensity of my shout. I skidded to a stop on the opposite side from Kat and dropped to my knees on the hard asphalt.
    Kat had rolled him onto his back. It wasn’t a pretty sight.
    I felt for a pulse, but didn’t get anything. It was impossible to tell if it was because there was nothing to feel or if my hands were shaking too much. When I leaned down close to his face I could feel the bare whisper of a breath.
    His face was cut up and bleeding. Kat had torn a piece of her shirt off and was blotting the worst of the gashes. I did the same with my shirt and tried to figure out where the fabric would be put to best use.
    I looked up at the closest man. It was Zach, straining to get a close view of Jed around me and Kat. His face was scrunched up.
    “Zach, go get the first aid kit from the garage and call an ambulance, got it?” He nodded, but didn’t move. “Zach! Go!”
    “Right, sorry Leslie.” The teenager ran off inside.
    “What happened?” I asked Kat, eyes narrowed.
    “We had just gotten out to our bikes and climbed on. When Jed started Nightshade he said that something didn’t sound right and we started to take a look at it. I didn’t see anything before he grabbed me and shoved me away. A second later the bike exploded.” Kat looked down at Jed and continued to work on his face gingerly. “I’ve never seen anything like it. If he didn’t pull my face away from the bike I would have been a goner.”
    I looked at the unconscious man. Always trying to be the hero. Damn it, Jed.
    Tim came close. “Is there anything you want us to do, Leslie?”
    At that moment Zach came back, breathless, with the kit.
    “I don’t think so, Tim, I think Kat and I can hold him together until the ambulance gets here. Any more people will just get in the way. I’ll need some statements from you and the rest of the men, though, so I can get a better picture of what exactly happened here.”
    “I don’t think any of us saw it happen, but I’ll make sure everyone sticks around.” He frowned as he looked at a small piece of scrap he had picked up. “What a shame. He loved that bike.”
    “I know. She was a beauty.” It wasn’t something I had thought I’d ever say about a motorcycle a few months ago, but it was the truth. Jed had gone out of his way to create a unique and absolutely stunning one-of-a-kind bike that he could be proud of, and he had succeeded.
    Sirens floated down the road. There wasn’t a hospital in the town, but there was one ambulance stationed at the fire station in case there was a medical emergency. Jed miraculously seemed to have escaped any life-threatening injuries, but we wouldn’t know what was happening inside of him until we got him to