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the hospital. I’d seen men bleed to death internally from less.
    “I’m worried that he hasn’t come to yet, isn’t that a bad sign?” Kat asked me anxiously.
    I gnawed on my lip. A bad habit that I couldn’t break when I got too stressed. “It’s not great. We’ll have to wait and see what the doctors say.”

AGAIN
    The hospital waiting room was a dreary place. One lone window high in the wall provided a small stream of light that illuminated a paltry collection of ragged magazines. They were the same ones that had been here three weeks ago, and I had already read them all once while waiting for Jed to wake up from an injury.
    Kat and I had driven to the hospital in my car. I had to sprint all the way home in order to pick it up, and I had seriously considered leaving Kat behind and going by myself. Her bike had gotten dinged up from the tangled shards of Nightshade and wasn’t going anywhere. If I left her behind then I wouldn’t have to deal with her and could also get the first time alone with Jed since she had rolled into town. Win win.
    Unfortunately my conscious nagged at me and I couldn’t go through with it. The ride to the next town had dragged on in stony silence, neither of us willing to bend from our thoughts and make conversation. It had been one of the most awkward car rides of my life.
    “Do you think he’s going to be OK?”
    It seemed as though Kat wasn’t able to bear the silence anymore.
    I sighed. “He should be. There’s really no way to know for sure. I didn’t see the explosion, but I felt it up in the office. I don’t know how Jed is still in one piece, to tell you the truth.”
    She nibbled at her fingernail. It was kind of adorable, but I shook that thought out of my head. “I didn’t see it. I felt the heat though, and the shock wave. It felt like I got punched in the gut really hard by some giant. I didn’t even know what to think. And the ringing in my ears… I don’t want to experience anything like that ever again.”
    I could almost empathize with her. She had almost died, and a man that she used to date and likely loved had saved her life while shielding her body from the brunt of the blast. It was romantic enough to make me sick to my stomach.
    “Well, there’s no guarantee. After first Frank getting shanked in prison, Patrick’s death and now this, I wonder if Jed might be right and there is some sort of reckoning that’s going on with the club. I mean, I could easily see Frank getting on someone’s nerves or pissing someone off, so that wasn’t too big of a surprise, even if they haven’t found an obvious connection yet. And Patty drank way too much and drove, so that’s plausible although Jed hadn’t been convinced. This though, this was a blatant attempted murder.”
    It was Kat’s turn to sigh. “You really think they’re related?”
    “Of course. First time is an accident, the second time is a coincidence and the third time its enemy action. That’s three members of the brass taken down so far, and with Gus dying three weeks ago there’s only one original member left alive. That’s Nathan, who…” I trailed off.
    “Oh shit!” I saw that Kat had come to the same realization I had.
    I whipped out my phone and dialed Nathan. The phone rang ounce and went straight to voicemail. “No good,” I said. “You try Tim while I try Zach. We have to warn them that someone is targeting the club’s brass and that Nathan may be next.
    I had finished selecting Zach’s name before I had even finished speaking to Kat. I pulled the phone to my ear.
    “Hello?” Zach’s voice sounded thin, as though I was speaking to him through an old tin can connected by a string.
    “Zach? It’s Leslie. Listen, do you know where Nathan is? Is he around you at all?”
    “Nathan? No, why? I’m at home now, just flipped on the TV. What’s the problem?”
    “Look, I need you to stay home. Don’t go out wandering, it may not be safe.”
    “What’s going on Leslie?