6
Channing
Kansas was playing over Quickie’s sound system when I pulled up, and the music paused as I was getting out of my truck.
The gas clerk’s voice came over the speaker: “Just for you, Channing. Saw you coming in.”
I waved. “Thank you, man.”
The guy gave me a nod through the window and a thumbs-up before putting the music back on.
“You’re a rock star in Fallen Crest too?”
Shit.
I hadn’t noticed them, but looking across the pumps, I now saw Dex Richter and some of his usual guys with him. I blamed the post-p***y bliss of being with Heather for my distraction, because it was blaringly stupid of me not to notice the Harleys.
Stupid and dangerous.
“Richter.” I greeted him exactly as I felt about him—like he was a permanent pinecone up my ass, because he was. He didn’t care for
