Treat: Steel Saints MC

by Evelyn Glass

  “Thank you. At least someone around here is competent,” the woman said as she slid into the driver’s seat.

  Tina nodded, but said nothing, shutting the door behind the woman. She turned on her toe and had almost reached the big roll up doors when Arnie, the service manager, called her back.

  She thought she was going to be blessed out, but Arnie took her to his office and thanked her. He also told her that he had been impressed with her work ethic and he was going to find something else for her to do … something other than washing cars. It looked like Car Wash Tina was going to need a new nickname.

  She was jerked back to the present by the sensation of her beer being dumped into her lap. “Shit!” she cried as she leapt to her feet, arms held up and out like a bird of prey as the spilled beer spread along the bar and dribbled onto the floor.

  “Watch it, bitch!” A big-boned girl sneered, wiping at her soaked hip. “Look what you did! You spilled your beer all over me! Goddammit! This was an expensive shirt!”

  “I spilled my beer? You’re the one that backed into me!”

  “You’re going to have to pay to have these cleaned.”

  Tina barked out a brief laugh at the sheer gall of the woman. “Yeah, right. Like that is going to happen. If anything, you owe me a beer.”

  The woman stepped in close. She stood a half-head taller than Tina, but Tina didn’t back off from anybody. Ever. “I don’t owe you shit,” the woman sneered.

  “Kim, come on. Let’s go,” said a pretty blond as she tugged gently at Kim’s arm.

  “Yeah, Kim,” Tina said, her voice becoming low and dangerous. “You need to back up and get out of my face.”

  “Or what?” Kim challenged, stepping in closer still.

  “Or you’re going to get fucked up.”

  “Kim! Come on!” the peacemaker begged as she tugged at Kim’s arm again. “Let it go.”

  Kim stood her ground a moment more as she glared at Tina, and then backed off.

  Tina relaxed. Kim was a big chick, at least seven inches taller than her own 5’3”, and probably outweighed her by at least fifty pounds. She turned to go the bathroom, intending to dry off her pants enough so she didn’t have to ride home in a puddle of beer, when Kim shook off her friend’s restraining hand.

  “Look, you bitch, you...” Kim said as she took Tina by the shoulder, but she never finished.

  Tina felt Kim take her by the left shoulder. She pivoted on her left foot, turned with Kim’s pull, and punched her right in the nose. She pulled back on the punch, not wanting to break her hand or the woman’s nose, but she put enough behind it to rock Kim’s head back and bloody her nose.

  Kim staggered back, her hand coming up to her nose as her eyes opened wide in surprise and pain. As Kim looked at her bloody fingers, Tina could see in Kim’s eyes that this wasn’t over. She got set to take Kim’s attack when the bouncer grabbed each of them by the arm. “That’s it, you two! Out!” he snarled as he dragged them to the door.

  Tina didn’t resist and allowed the bouncer to lead her out, but Kim swore and struggled to get away. The bouncer released Tina and devoted his full attention to Kim as he hauled her to the door and unceremoniously tossed her out. As the bouncer turned to face Tina, Kim’s friend hurried through the door.

  Tina held up her hands in surrender as the bouncer returned. “If you toss me out there, she is going to be waiting and it’s going to get ugly.”

  “You should have thought of that before you took a swing at her.”

  “Fuck,” Tina muttered as her lips pursed in annoyance and frustration.

  The bouncer escorted her to the door and held it open for her. As expected, Kim and her friend were waiting, the friend tugging frantically at Kim’s arm as she tried to drag her away before the situation escalated any further.

  “At least walk me to my car?”

  “Not my problem,” the bouncer said as he allowed the door to swing shut.

  “Don’t do it, Kim,” Tina warned as the big woman shook off her friend’s grip.

  “Now I’m going to fuck you up,” Kim said as she advanced on Tina.

  Tina knew this was about to get out of hand, and the last thing she needed was to be arrested for fighting and violate her parole. “You need to call your friend off,” Tina warned as she stepped away from the entrance to give herself some room to maneuver.

  “Kim! No!” the friend shrieked in a last ditch attempt to defuse the situation. That, or she didn’t want to see her friend get her ass kicked.

  Kim tried to use the advantage of her size by lunging in. Tina sidestepped the wild and over-reaching grab and fired another hit right into Kim’s nose… much harder this time. Kim grunted in pain and fell her hands and knees in the gravel parking lot.

  Tina stepped around the downed woman and headed to her car. “Your friend needs to learn when to quit,” she sneered as she passed the second girl, resisting the urge to shake her abused hand.

  “Her dad is a cop! You’re going to go to jail!”

  She turned and watched Kim stagger to her feet as blood dripped from her nose. Sure enough, out came the cell as Kim wiped at her nose with the other hand. Tina raged to herself. This situation kept going from bad to worse. She was torn. She could just get in her car and leave, but the friend would almost certainly get her license plate number. That would lead to the cops showing up at her place followed by accusations and denials. And who would they believe? The cop’s daughter with the bloody nose or ex-con without a mark on her?

  Tina watched as Kim wailed into the phone about how a woman had picked a fight for no reason then beaten her in the parking lot, sniffing and boo-hooing as she told her story.

  The conversation didn’t take long. “Who’s fucked now, you cunt?” Kim sneered with a nasty smile, her tears suddenly dry.

  Tina glanced at the friend, and though she didn’t sport the same nasty smile, she knew in an instant the friend would lie her ass off to protect Kim. It would be two against one.

  “Fuck,” Tina muttered again as she turned and walked away while they didn’t know who she was. She could come back for her car later, after the dust settled.

  Less than an hour later, while Tina crouched in the bushes across the road from the bar, she watched as the tow truck hooked up her car. She had watched the two cops that arrived, one obviously Kim’s father from the way he hugged and comforted her, systematically eliminate cars until only hers was left unidentified by a customer. It hadn’t taken long since the bar wasn’t busy.

  Now they knew who she was, knew that she was on parole, and knew she had a record for various minor and not so minor crimes as long as her arm. As her ‘82 Corolla was hauled away, she pouted. As little as it was, that car was the only thing she had of value. Just as her life was beginning to turn around, fate had shit on her again.

  She stuffed her hands into her still beer-damp pants and began to walk. The bar was near the run-down trailer she rented on the outskirts of Santa Fe. So she would have to walk several miles along side of the road before she would arrive at her destination. If a cop were to come along now, she would be hosed, but she made it to the apartment complex she was aiming for without incident.

  It took her about five minutes of systematic checking, but she finally found an unlocked beat up old Chevy. With no tools to punch the lock, she looked in the center console for the keys. No keys, but a snub-nosed .38 was in there. She snorted and shook her head in wonderment. You had to be a special kind of stupid to leave a gun in an unlocked car. She didn’t find the keys above the sun visor either, but she did find the ignition key under the floor mat. Yep … a special kind of stupid, she thought.

  After a stop at her bank’s ATM to withdraw what money she had, a whopping $260, she headed south on I-25 to Albuquerque. She had lived in New Mexico her entire life, but there was nothing there for her now save a parole violation and another stint in lockup. The low fuel light blinked on just as she entered Albuquerque. She turned east on I-40, headed
for Texas, and made it almost to the east side of the city before the fuel light nagged her into stopping for gas.

  She pulled the .38 out of the console and discretely slipped the concealed carry holster into the small of her back before she started the pump working. She fluffed her shirt to hide the slight bulge of the gun and entered the store. She had never carried a gun before, and didn’t like carrying one now, but with no way to unlock the car if she locked it, she didn’t want to leave the weapon in the car either.

  She was browsing the snack aisle for road food when she watched an Albuquerque Police prowler ooze to a stop next to her stolen Chevy. It was possible the cop was there for gas, just as she was, but she couldn't take that chance. Without appearing to hurry, Tina exited the mini-mart opposite the two cars and casually strolled away so to not attract attention.

  Frustrated that she couldn't catch a break, she stopped several times and discreetly checked for an open car. People in Albuquerque must not be as trusting as those in Santa Fe, because every car she tried was locked. Frustrated almost beyond tolerance, she decided enough was enough.

  She lurked in the parking lot of a busy grocery store and waited for her opportunity. She looked for a soft target, an older person or a woman with a small child perhaps, someone that would be easy to intimidate. It didn't take long before a harried woman with a toddler in a loaded shopping trolley with a small whiny girl walking alongside her appeared.

  Tina dropped in behind them and followed at a discreet distance until the woman stopped at a newish SUV. Tina quickened her pace and arrived just as the mom was pulling junior out of the trolley.

  "Give me your keys and cell phone," Tina hissed, trying to sound as menacing as possible. She had been in trouble with the law a lot, but she had never actually held anyone up before.

  "What?" the woman asked, not comprehending that she was being robbed.

  "I said give me your keys and phone," Tina repeated, trying to sound threatening but actually quaking in her shoes. This was why she stole cars or did breaking and entering. With B&E, you didn’t have to confront anyone.

  "No! I'm not giving you my keys!" the woman said as she glared at Tina.

  Tina gritted her teeth in frustration. She didn't want to pull the gun out, because this would go from grand theft auto to armed robbery, and that brought with it a whole new level of shit, but she was committed now. After a moment of wrestling, Tina freed the weapon from the holster and brought it around to the front, holding it near her body and pointed at the ground so only the woman could see it. The woman's eyes went wide with fright and understanding as the color drained from her face.

  "Wait! Wait!" the woman whispered harshly. "You can have them! Just don't hurt my children! They're in my purse!"

  Tina tucked the weapon back into the holster, then rummaged through the woman's purse and pulled out the keys, wallet and cell, leaving the rest in the trolley. She unlocked the truck with a press of her thumb and threw the wallet and cell onto the passenger seat as she slipped inside. As she pulled away, she saw the woman running toward a man, babe still in her arms.

  She was hammering down and hauling ass on I-40 as she tried to put as much distance between her and the grocery store as possible when a cruiser going in the opposite direction flipped on its lights. The concrete center barrier gave her a moment before the cop would be able to get to the next exit and turn to pursue. While she might outrun the Dodge, there was no way she could outrun the Motorola.

  With a shriek of tortured tires and a cacophony of horn blasts, Tina hauled the thundering SUV across three lanes of traffic and down a ramp, just missing the exit sign. She barely slowed as she blew through the stop light at the bottom, the truck on the edge of control as she skidded through a left turn. She whipped the vehicle into the first parking lot she could find and jumped out the moment the truck rocked to a stop. She took the wallet for what money she might find inside, but she left everything else and ran, leaving the door open. Maybe someone else will steal the damn thing and lead the cops on a merry chase, she thought as she pounded away.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Tina was tired, hungry, and miserable. She had no watch and no cell, but she guessed the time to be around 2:30, maybe three o’clock, in the morning. All she knew was she had been walking for hours. The bright lights of Albuquerque were just a glow on the horizon as she plodded along the back road that paralleled I-40, head down in dejection and fatigue. She had tried to boost a car several times, but with no tools she had come up empty. Her plan was to turn off highway 333 onto Mountain Valley Road and walk toward the thrum of I-40. Mountain Valley had to cross I-40 somewhere not far from her current location and that meant a bridge … and a place to crash for the night. Across the road, a collection of squat buildings loomed in security lights. She couldn’t be certain, but they looked like small warehouses or something similar. With a sigh, she crossed the road to check it out. Maybe there would be a delivery truck or something she could hotwire, or at least sleep in. It would have to be more comfortable than sleeping under a bridge in the dirt.

  She had no luck finding an open vehicle, but when she peeked through the narrow window of one of the buildings, she could make out the glowing numbers on a clock: 2:18. It was hard to tell in the dark, but it might be a break room of some kind. Tina turned sideways and compared her profile to the window’s width. It would be a tight squeeze, but she had gotten through tighter before.

  Prepared to run if she sat off an alarm, she turned her face away and rammed her elbow into the glass. The shock of the impact traveled all the way to her shoulder and she hissed in pain. She should have known it wouldn’t be that easy. She picked up one of the large stones used in the landscaping, turning the rock until she had the best grip and weight balance. She once again turned her face away and gave the glass a hearty smack.

  The glass may have stood up to her elbow, but it was no match for the rock. The glass shattered but didn’t break out. It took another blow with the rock, and a push from her foot, before the glass began to crumble and fall away. She cleaned the glass from the edges, and then slipped into the room.

  What a break room! Easily the size of her entire trailer, the break room had a pool table, microwave, refrigerator, the biggest television she had ever seen, and a few video games and pinball machines. But most importantly, it had a huge couch that looked perfect for sleeping.

  She rummaged in the fridge before pulling out a package of hotdogs and a beer to wash them down with. The dogs would be better heated in the microwave, but before that, she needed to make sure she was alone. Eating two of the weenies cold, she slipped out of the break room and began to explore the rest of the warehouse.

  She didn’t know what was going on here, but she had finally hit the jackpot. There were three cars, all unlocked: an almost new Audi A6, an equally new BMW M5, and a new Jaguar F-Type! She ran her hand along the flanks of the Jag as she admired its sleek lines. Farther back was a collection of motorcycles, all Harleys as best she could tell in the dim light. Next to them were a car lift and a huge rolling tool box. Farther back still was another room, probably an office or another break room, and a large trailer of some type.

  She smiled. She had stumbled onto a breaker, someone who dismantled cars and sold the parts. She had been in places such as this many times as she stole and dumped cars. She was going to take one of these cars and they couldn’t even report it stolen! She did a little happy dance at her sudden good fortune. But first, food! As she walked back to the break room to nuke some weenies, she noticed a bike set off to the side. She wasn’t an expert on Harleys by any means, but this bike was obviously old—very old—and perfect in every detail. She could ride a bike … and this one called to her. But not as much as her stomach did.

  She quickly heated the remaining six dogs and devoured them one after the other, washing them down with a Lowenbrau. She would like another beer—it wasn’t often she could afford a good beer—but if she was going to be driving, she needed t
o be sharp. She all but skipped out of the break room. The food and her change in fortune had jazzed her up and pushed fatigue and sleep away. She was headed to the office at the back, intending to look for the keys for the cars, but she paused at the antique Harley again. She turned her back on the machine, but made it only two steps before turning back. This is so stupid! She raged at herself. Any of the three cars, but especially the Audi or the BMW, would be a much better choice. But the bike … it spoke to her, and she wanted it.

  She licked her lips, trying to talk herself out of doing something stupid. Finally, her lips pursed in annoyance, she levered the bike off its side stand and began to push it toward the big roll up door.

  “Going somewhere?” a deep voice asked behind her.