Crow discovered the sabotage less than five minutes after everyone rushed outside and judging by the expression on his face the second he crouched beside the bikes, things were about to get dramatically worse.
“Well, that’s deeply f*****g concerning.” He muttered while holding up a severed brake line.
“Who’s bike?” Knox asked stepping closer.
“Saint’s.” Crow said.
Every single person went still. Because sabotaging Saint’s bike was basically attempted murder with extra stupidity attacked.
Saint crouched beside the motorcycle quietly while rainwater dripped from the clubhouse roof around us and his face stayed unreadable even while he inspected the damage. And then he spoke calmly.
“This happened inside the garage.” Saint said.
Meaning whoever sabotaged the bike had access to t
