“Have you heard from him?” I asked Dallas about Blake when the sound of Joe’s Cruiser was too far away to be heard.
“No.” Was as dead a statement as any. “And he’s not answering his phone.”
I dropped my saddlebag by the garage door. I was not going anywhere until Blake was back. Lucifer showed up, having heard me arrive back. He could tell that I was on edge as he whined, something that he did not do often. He sat with his ears pricked up, listening, waiting, and staring just like Dallas and I were at the open gate of the driveway. Lucifer’s intelligence and ability to read my emotions will always impress me.
When I heard the bikers down the driveway over an hour later, the usual excitement I felt at their safe return was absent. I looked for Blake's dark, colored CVO. I spotted it, n
