Dirty Deeds
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Gabe turned to look at us. “What are you two up to now?”
Noah glanced over at me. I sighed. “Finding Sister Smile and Joel. Do a little hunting on the side while we’re looking.”
Gabe nodded and winked. “Well, give me a call if you need help. I love an excuse to play hooky.”
He headed for his bike and Noah and I moved towards Lucy.
“Holy crap,” Noah said, pausing next to his open door and staring up the sidewalk.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Bigfoot,” Noah said.
I rolled my eyes as the man came into view. “That’s just Hilda’s one o’clock appointment. Get in.”
Noah climbed in and closed his door, leaning out the window to watch the man climb the steps to the house. In front of us, Gabe kicked his Triumph to life. He turned and looked back at us over his shoulder. I met his gaze and he winked. He flipped the shield down on the front of his helmet and roared away.
Noah had missed all of this. He was busy watching the man standing outside of Hilda’s scratch his ass and wait for Hilda to open the door.
I sighed. “Noah, bigfoot doesn’t exist.”
“Hey,” Noah snapped. “Two weeks ago that’s what I thought about poltergeists, and ghosts and demons.”
“Yeah, but then you saw them,” I said.
Noah turned to look at me, pointing at the man on Hilda’s stoop.
I sighed. “Hey!” I yelled out my window. “Bigfoot!” The man on the stoop turned around and looked right at us as I ducked down in the seat. He glared at Noah who quickly pulled his head back in and slumped down.
“I hate you, Bane,” Noah growled.
“Well, he answered to it,” I said, turning the key in the engine. “Are you sure you don’t want to go get his autograph?”
Noah gave me the finger. “Just drive.”
Other Books in the Midnight Rider Series
Midnight Rider
Dirty Deeds
Bad Company
Hot Blooded
Shoot To Thrill
War Pigs
Gimme Shelter
Like the Wolf
Working Man
Whipping Post
Bad Moon Rising
Under Pressure
Minutes 2 Midnight
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Acknowledgment
This story started with a hellion in a dirty a-shirt, jeans, and a sports bra, behind the wheel of Lucy, my '49 Ford pickup, telling me that shit was about to go down and I needed to find a pencil.
Through all the chaos of blurting out this hellion's story, I can't emphasize enough how important Glenn, my mentor and guide, and Jimbo, my entire support system and partner in everything, have been. Thank you also to Nikki, Laura, and Lydia, my kickass betas.
And to my readers, thank you for, like Noah, thinking it was a good idea to climb into the truck with Bane.
About The Author
D. V. Wolfe
is a transplanted Kansas farm kid now living in Oregon. When she's not writing, reading, or walking her furball, she's traveling back to Kansas to spend time on the old farm or in her favorite dive bar in Manhattan with her partner in life and crime.