Chapter 43
Morning arrived with the sound of motorcycles instead of birds.
Sage barely slept.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the little blue packet lying beside the teenager on the sidewalk.
Blue Devil.
She hated that name but she hated the memories attached to it even more..
Outside, engines rumbled to life one after another.
Normally, mornings around the Cahallan estate felt organized. Prospects washed motorcycles, Old Ladies chatted over coffee on the clubhouse porch, patched members argued over football scores before heading out on runs, and someone always burned bacon in the clubhouse kitchen.
Not today.
Today, everyone looked tense.
The atmosphere felt like a thunderstorm waiting to break. Sage carried her cats downstairs.
The dining room television was already on
