“You know, business owner.” Luke shrugged his shoulders.
“And you’ve got it down. Sweet shop it is.”
“Thanks. So?” Luke didn’t have time for pleasantries.
“Yeah. Bad news, Luke. Okie’s going to Enfield on those drug charges.”
Luke shook his head. He couldn’t believe the club president did anything with drugs, let alone deal them.
“It was heroin, Luke. Five to twenty on a first offense.”
“That sucks. Okie’s a good guy.”
“That he is, Luke, but we have to think of the club. I’m taking the prez’s position. Everyone is moving up, but we’ll need a sergeant-of-arms.”
“Are you asking me?”
“You’re Road Captain. Everyone likes you. You’d be a natural.”
“Sorry, I’ve got enough on my hands.”
“Then you don’t mind if I ask around then?”
“Not at all.”
“How’s the planning for the road trip?”
“Everything’s set.”
“Great. Thanks. See ya Saturday.”
“Sure.” Luke stuck his hands in his pockets. He watched Aces get on his bike and pull out on the road. He walked back into the garage disturbed at this latest development. Regardless of the evidence against Okie, Luke knew the man for years and didn’t believe for a second Okie dealt drugs. There was something he didn’t like about Aces, even though the man was popular with other club members.
“What was that?” asked Gibs.
“Bad news. Okie got five to ten.”
“That sucks,” said Gibs.
“Yeah. Aces is taking over the club.”
“Good,” said Saks. “This business with Okie has put a drain on the whole club. Don’t get me wrong. Okie’s a good guy and all, and when he gets out, I’ll welcome him with open arms. But until then, the club must go on.”
“Yes,” seconded Gibs. “Besides, Aces is a good guy. He’ll make a great prez.”
“Sure,” Luke said without enthusiasm. “I’m sure he will.” With a sigh, he walked back to his office.
LUKE DROPPED HIS KEYS on the side table inside the front door of his house and sat down to pull off his boots. Almost immediately he heard the doorbell. He finished tugging off his boots and opened the door to find Deirdre, the woman he’d been dating the past three months.
“Hi, honey,” she said with a bright smile. Her dark hair flowed over her shoulders, and her brown eyes shone with happiness to see him.
He on the other hand didn’t want company.
“I brought dinner.” She held up a paper bag and gave him a kiss.
“I wish you’d called, Babe. I’m beat.” He did his best to smile and came up short.
“You’ve been busy all week.”