(Dane)
The ride to The Spoke gave me too much time to think. It wasn't the house, the inspection, or even the conversation with Ridge that stayed on my mind. I kept thinking about the fact that somebody had been stupid enough to throw a bottle at one of the servers. That was the kind of thing that turned a simple problem into a bigger one.
Fights happened from time to time. Most of them got handled before they became anything serious. Knox knew that as well as I did, which was why he'd called me. The second somebody working at The Spoke got hurt, the situation changed.
I pulled into the parking lot and immediately spotted Knox standing outside. His arms were folded across his chest and his expression wasn't improving the closer I got. A couple of brothers stood near the entrance talking
