Bennett follows and so by proxy I tag along beside him. The outer wall of the waiting room is lined with chairs. The biker, obviously here for Mad Dog, selects a chair on the far side of the room and then Bennett pushes me down in one closer to the door. There's a huge carpeted open space between us. The newcomer jerks on the edges of his vest and flashes Bennett a look. One I'm not quite sure of. Annoyance more than likely. It's like the biker equivalent of an eye roll. My body clenches, worried he's taken offense to our position, but another second passes and he laughs, shaking his head when Bennett tightens his grip around my shoulders.
"This the way it's gonna be, huh?"
Bennett doesn't miss a beat in their man-only conversation. "Yup."
"Have you heard any news on Dog?" the stranger
