by Nicole Fox
“Congratulate him all you want,” Moose said as he gathered up the cards and shuffled them once again. “I’m still not paying him jack shit until I have proof.”
A sense of dread fell over me, weighing me down and dragging at my skin. Now that my little lie was out there in the world, I was going to need Bambi to help me make them believe. If she was like any other woman, she would be furious that I’d claimed she was pregnant. Still, I might be able to get her to cooperate. She went along with almost anything I asked her to do. I had her wrapped around my finger, and like it or not, I was going to have to take advantage of that.
“I’ll go find her, and she can tell you herself.” I turned from the pool table and stepped into the bar, hoping I could at least get a moment with her to explain what I needed her to do. The bar area of the place was practically empty. It was a beat-up old place, with old wooden tables that had been carved on with pocket knives over the years. Not all the neon lights hung near the tops of the walls worked, and they cast a dim, eerie glow on the few drunks gathered in the corner.
Janet was at the bar, getting dangerously close to the young man behind it. She flipped her dark hair over her shoulder and leaned down, letting the bartender get a full view of her cleavage. I cleared my throat as I came up behind her. “Hey, have you seen Bambi? She went to the pharmacy, across the street, but I haven’t seen her since then.”
Janet straightened and turned to glare at me. She had never been all that fond of me in the first place, and now I had ruined her game. Her dark eyebrows crunched together and she stuck her tongue in her cheek. “She was here, but she took off.” She flung her hand toward the front door.
Every system in my body was on high alert. My muscles were tensed and ready for action. My heart thundered in my ears, and a major dose of adrenaline shot through my bloodstream. I was ready to pummel whoever had done something to Bambi to make her act that way. “Took off? Where?”
“Beats me. She was crying her eyes out, though. Said she’d gotten bad news.” Janet lifted a shoulder and let it fall carelessly, as though none of this was all that important. Maybe it wasn’t to her, but Bambi wasn’t just some biker bitch. She wouldn’t have just left like that without saying a word.
I grabbed her by the shoulders, my fingers clenching around her leather jacket. “Did she say where she was going? How long ago was this?”
She pushed against my chest uselessly. “Hey, chill out! For all I know she was headed back to the motel. She didn’t say. And it was just a few minutes ago.” Her bright red lips were twisted with anger, but I didn’t care. I didn’t even pay attention to the young man at the bar, who was getting concerned and trying to tell me nicely to calm down and back off.
I let go of Janet and dashed out into the parking lot, taking a moment to look around. There was always a possibility she had just stepped out for some fresh air, but in my heart I knew that wasn’t the case. Bambi knew how protective I was of her, and she wouldn’t have done something like that without telling me first. No, whatever had happened, it was much worse than that. My mind flew back to what she had told me about life with her mother in Myrtle Creek. Had Monique found her? Had she convinced her daughter to go home?
The parking lot was dark in the moonlight, with only a distant streetlight casting a small gleam on the hoods of cars and on the gas tanks of the motorcycles. The gravel crunched under my boots as I slowly walked between the rows, watching the shadows for any sign of movement. But she wasn’t there, just as I knew she wouldn’t be.
I jogged out of the parking lot and over to the pharmacy. It was brilliantly lit compared to the pool hall, with its bright sign and the interior lights making large rectangles of yellow on the parking lot. I burst in through the front door.
The clerk at the counter to my right recited her greeting. “Hello, and welcome to Hometown Pharmacy.” She didn’t look up as she slowly rang up a purchase for a customer.
I ran up to her and slammed my hands down on the counter. “Have you seen a girl come in here tonight? About this tall, with blonde hair and a purple tank top?” I was desperate for information and yet terrified of what I might learn, and this woman had no idea what she was doing to me by holding out.
The clerk looked up at me over her glasses, her drawn-on eyebrows creasing. “Excuse me, sir, but you’ll have to wait in line.”
“I don’t have time to wait in line! I just want to know if you’ve seen her!” I slapped the counter once again.
The customer, a woman in her forties with bleached hair and a loudly patterned dress, cleared her throat. “You’re being very rude, you know.” She glared at the clerk. “Can we please finish this?”
“Of course.” The cashier grabbed a bottle of vitamins on the counter and slowly scanned it, setting it gently in the bottom of a plastic bag before reaching for the next item.
“Damn it! Stop being like that. This is an emergency!” They were lucky they were women.
They both ignored me while they finished up, the customer digging in her purse for an eternity before she finally found her debit card and then had to swipe it three times to get it to work.
When she finally left, the clerk regarded me with a steely glance. “Now, can I help you?”
“You already know what I want. I’m looking for my girlfriend, and she said she was coming here. Have you seen her?” I tried to keep my voice calm, since it was clear that was the only way to deal with this woman, but it was hard.
She tapped a manicured nail on her chin and rolled her heavily lined eyes toward the ceiling. “Blonde, you said? Purple tank top? Yes, I believe I rang her up just a little bit ago.”
“Did she say where she was going?” I suddenly remembered that Bambi had claimed not to be feeling well. “What did she buy?”
The clerk shook her head at me. “Now, now. I don’t just go giving away all my customers’ secrets. What they buy at the Hometown Pharmacy is their business, not yours. I’m sure if she wants you to know, she’ll tell you.” She gave me a smug smile and turned toward the cash register, pretending to do something.
I was enraged, but it was clear I wasn’t making any progress here. The next bet was the motel, which was just a little way down the road. I had to go back through the parking lot of the pool hall to get there. I didn’t bother firing up my bike. If Bambi was trying to get away from me, then the sound of the engine would only alert her to my presence. I had to stalk her like a hunter tracking a deer through the woods. I had to be quiet and gentle to get close enough. That is, if she was anywhere to be found.
But I never got the chance to get out of the parking lot. Several cop cars came charging down the road, flicking on their sirens and lights as they swept into the parking lot. The officers were out of the doors before the wheels came to a full stop, their guns drawn. They were mere shadows against the brilliant red and blue of the lightbars, but I understood just how dangerous they could be. I stopped in my tracks and watched in confusion, not quite understanding just why they were there.
“Freeze! Put your hands in the air!” An officer charged toward me, one hand stretched out with his finger on the trigger. The other hand was reaching around behind his back, and when he brought it back forward it held a pair of handcuffs.
Stunned, I did as I was told. I watched as they clustered around me, all those muzzles pointed in my direction. “What am I being arrested for?”
“You have the right to remain silent …” one of them began.
Another one gestured with his pistol. “Get down on the ground and put your hands behind your back.”
I wasn’t exactly the type of guy who followed every law to the letter. I had earned more than my share of traffic tickets, and I deserved more than I had gotten. I had done some lying and some cheating, and I wouldn’t have considered myself the most upstanding citizen. Still, I knew better than to challenge the cops. If nothing else, Bruiser would hire some scumbag lawyer to bust me out long enough for us to hit the road once again and move
on to a new place.
The rocks dug into my cheek as the officer clapped the cuffs around my wrists. As though from a distance, I could hear the other cop continuing to read me my rights, but I wasn’t listening. The only thing on my mind was Bambi. I was supposed to find her and bring her back. What if she had gotten herself into some sort of trouble? What if her mother had somehow convinced her she needed to go back home? I didn’t have time to go to jail, because I had to get to her. Someone tugged on the handcuffs, and I got to my feet.
“So this is him?” A higher-ranking officer marched up to me slowly, his eyes scanning me with disgust. He was an older man with sagging jowls and a crooked nose, and he stepped close so he could look straight down at me. He took in my leathers, my tattoos, and the rough stubble that covered my jaw.
“Yes, sir, Sergeant Bixby.” The cop who answered him was young and eager, nerves breaking his voice.
“Figures. Only some dirty rotten son of a bitch would do what he’s done.” The sergeant pulled a toothpick from his pocket and stuck one end of it in his mouth, chewing on it as he switched it from one side to the other.
“What exactly is it that I’ve done?” I could hear the panic in my voice, even though I had attempted to stay calm. They just didn’t understand the bigger picture here. “Too many parking tickets? I’ll pay for them right now.”
Sergeant Bixby laughed. “You really think we’d bother hunting you down for something like that? We’ve got bigger fish to fry, like guys who kidnap young girls.”
I stared at him, my mouth gaping. I glanced at the bar, hoping Bruiser or one of the other guys would come out and see what was going on. Anger once again took over my body, but I tried to keep it contained. I was outnumbered by a long shot. “I never kidnapped anybody.”
“No? Does the name Bambi Bidwell ring a bell?” He saw the look of horror on my face. “Yeah, I thought so. Don’t think that just because you ride a motorcycle and have a bunch of tattoos that you can get away with abducting a beauty queen, buster. You’re not above the law, and it’s time you learned it.”
“You don’t understand. She was with me, but she came on her own. I never made her do it. All of my friends are inside, and you can ask them.” I was beginning to feel a flower of desperation bloom in my chest, its petals slowly reaching out toward my extremities.
“Right. Because we’re going to take the word of a bunch of guys from a notorious biker gang. I don’t think so, buddy.” Bixby stepped closer and pulled a pen and a notepad from his pocket. He smelled of coffee and gasoline. “Now, tell me where the girl is.”
“I don’t know.” I wished that I did.
He heaved a deep sigh and shook his head. “Do I really have to tell you that it would be to your benefit to cooperate? We’re talking about a missing girl, here.”
I realized that even though I couldn’t go find Bambi myself, I might have someone who could. “I know. She is missing, but not because I kidnapped her. She was staying with me, but I haven’t seen her since we arrived here. Bambi went to the store, and then she was supposed to come back.” I was talking too fast, but I couldn’t get it all out. I needed them to comprehend what a desperate situation this was.
“So she escaped.” It wasn’t even a question, and he was scribbling calmly in his notebook.
“There wasn’t anything to escape from!” I lurched toward the cop, furious now. They weren’t on my side, but it was clear they weren’t really on Bambi’s side either. Two other officers grabbed me by the arms and yanked me backward, keeping me well clear of the sergeant. The flashing lights from the cars were burning into my eyes.
“Easy, now.” He turned to one of the other cops. “I think we’re going to have to put this guy in a cell all his own. He might get killed otherwise, and I don’t feel like doing the paperwork.” Sergeant Bixby stuffed the notepad back in his pocket and shook his head.
“That is, if we even have a cell open,” the policeman replied with a wicked grin. “We can’t help it if we’re a little full. But you’re right, that girl is the treasure of the county, and I don’t think even the jailbirds are going to be too happy with him.”
“Are you aware that your ugly mug has been all over the news?” The sergeant was in my face now. “You’re the most wanted man in this entire area. Don’t you watch television?”
“I have better things to do with my life,” I spat. “And I’m telling you she was never kidnapped. I don’t know where she is, but I need to find her and make sure she’s all right.”
“You keep saying that, but how am I supposed to know it’s true if the girl isn’t here to tell me so?” He put his fists on his hips and turned to walk back toward his vehicle.
“I’m right here.” The voice behind the crowd made us all turn to look. Bambi stood there, just outside the ring of light from the squad cars. Tears had streaked her face, but in that moment she looked more beautiful than I had ever seen her. She was alive and safe.
At the same time, pure anger lit me up like a blazing bonfire. How dare she run off without telling me? How dare she make me worry about her and come looking for her, especially when she was perfectly safe? Upset, yes, but safe. If I hadn’t had the damn handcuffs on me, I could have grabbed her and slapped her. I wouldn’t, but I could have. I had pulled her away from a horrific life she wasn’t happy with. Without question, I had taken her in and I had taken care of her. She had plenty to eat, a roof over her head every night, and the clothes she wanted. How could she do this to me?
“Bambi! Tell them the truth! Tell them I didn’t kidnap you!” I pulled at the handcuffs, and the metal pressed into my skin. I was bound, but not just physically. I had to get everyone to understand, but I wasn’t sure that anyone could hear what I was saying.
The pure anger that took over her face was a look I had never seen before. She tipped her head back so that her eyes were lidded as she looked at me, and the contempt in her eyes was enough to keep me in my place even if the cops hadn’t been. I opened my mouth to say more, but the door of the pool hall burst open and slammed against the brick side of the building.
“What is all this?” Bruiser shouted as he charged forward. His fists were balled at his sides, and his cratered face was contorted with anger. He wasn’t a fan of the law, and there were incidents in more than one town of him hitting an officer. “Let him go.”
Several of the other men came out the door behind him but gave him leeway to be first. They filtered out, fully clad in their leathers and bandanas and tattoos. Individually, they weren’t as intimidating as Bruiser, but their numbers certainly made a difference. In the flashing lights, I recognized Moose, Rusty, Rubble, and Axle. They pushed their way around several of the other bikers until they were directly behind our leader.
The sergeant puffed up, his chest pushing out against his uniform. “I suggest you go back inside and resume whatever it was you were doing. This isn’t any of your business.”
“It sure as hell is,” Bruiser argued. “You’ve got my boy there, and I know he hasn’t done anything wrong. He’s almost too nice to be one of us, if you ask me.” The rest of the men laughed.
“That’s only to his benefit, then, but he still hasn’t been nice enough. Now get back inside, please.” The cop pushed his hand out toward the building, as though he could push Bruiser away by simply moving the air.
But the skinny man pulled his wallet out of the back of his jeans. “I’ll pay his bail money right now, or maybe a little extra if that’s what you need. What is he charged with?” He knew there were plenty of officers who could be bribed. I’d seen him do this successfully before, and it gave me a small sense of hope. I could get out of these handcuffs, drag Bambi back to the motel room, and ask her just what the hell her deal was.
But this officer thought himself too moral for such a thing. “Are you aware that it’s illegal to bribe an officer?”
Bruiser shrugged. “Hey, whatever gets the job done, man.”
“All right, let’s go.” T
he sergeant pointed at another officer and directed him toward Bruiser.
He was a small, skinny man, but he was a little crazy. Bruiser knocked the officer aside with ease, and more came after him. The rest of the Warriors joined in the brawl, rushing forward to punch and kick. This whole thing had been bred of a misunderstanding, and it was now resulting in disaster. Fists flew, and the parking lot became a blur of dark uniforms and darker leather. I did what I could to help, but I the handcuffs stopped me from fighting like I should have. Still, I managed to trip an officer as he ran up behind Rusty, and I headbutted another one who came at me out of revenge.
“Stop! Stop!” Bambi’s shouts had a magical way of controlling the men. The police officers and the bikers alike paused and turned to her. She stood at the front of the lead squad car, her hands out beseechingly. With her hair loose around her shoulders and the lights shining from behind her, she looked like an angel. “Sergeant, let me talk to you.”
The sergeant let go of Bruiser’s sleeve with a look of regret and stepped over to her. The bikers backed off a few feet, but they watched the uniformed men carefully. The tension was still high, and it would only take the wrong word or look to resume the fight.