Chapter 3
Soon Bear was streaking along the I-15 to Nevada, a dark figure in black, his head and face hidden as fully as the man in the iron mask, feeling powerful as he took control of a machine that left a trail of speed and noise in its wake as he battled the wind.
When he reached Celeste’s, he locked his bike and removed gloves and helmet before entering the club. Heat and the smell of peanuts, spirits and men’s cologne, welcomed him. Pausing, he watched Norman, who was on stage singing an old torch song dressed in drag. The blue sequins on his gown were a shifting mass of glints under the lights as he moved. He had a show business voice, but as a woman impersonator he left much to be desired. It was why he only found work here and in other clubs off the strip. Most times way off the
