with tears and he bit his lip. He looked in the rear-view mirror and briefly locked eyes with Lance before looking away.
Minutes later, the voices on the tape ended. Danny reached over and shut it off.
Jack sat in silence for a moment to regain his composure, then turned in his seat and spoke to Lance. “You did good. In fact, better than I expected.”
“I’ve never been so fuckin’ scared in all my life. Do you have any idea what they’d have done if they decided to search me and found the recorder?”
Jack nodded.
“So what are ya gonna do with the tape? Use it as evidence?”
“That’s not going to happen. I told you I would protect you and I will.”
“You call today protecting me? Man, this is gonna be a long ten years!”
“It worked out good. I told you that Rolly would get the heat.”
“Yeah, you’re right about that. Wiz smacked him a few good ones. The dumb bastard looks uglier than ever now!”
“I wish I had seen it,” said Jack, “but I didn’t want to take the chance of them spotting any surveillance.”
“So what do we do now?” asked Lance. “These guys are gonna ace ya, and I don’t want any of your buddies thinkin’ I had a part in it.”
“We can stall for the time being,” said Jack. “Tell them we called you and said we’re going out of town for a while. Keep them on the hook. We have to find out who The Suit is!”
“Then what?” asked Lance.
Danny looked at Jack for a reply. Their eyes met briefly, then Jack turned back to Lance. “That’s none of your concern. We’ll look after you. Just make certain you look after us!”
“I hear ya.”
Jack looked at Danny and said, “There’s something personal I need to talk to him about. Wait here.” He took off his gun, put it on the seat beside Danny, and got out of the car.
Moments later, Jack and Lance strolled into a heavily wooded area in the park.
“You got a problem with me from this morning?” asked Jack. “We can deal with it now.”
Lance looked around. There was nobody else in sight. He turned to face off with Jack and said, “I figure I got about three inches on ya, and maybe forty pounds. Plus I notice you still favour your left side. You really think you could take me?”
Jack shrugged and said, “Probably not. That’s why I jumped you by surprise this morning. But that’s not the point.”
“I saw you leave your piece behind.”
“Forget the badge. This time it’s just you and me. You can look at it as payback time.”
“That’s not the only thing I saw back there.”
“What do you mean?”
“This is personal for you, ain’t it? You knew those kids, didn’t you?”
Jack paused for a moment. His stomach muscles had been constricted, expecting to receive a boot or a fist from Lance. He slowly exhaled, then took another breath before replying. “They were my niece and nephew.”
“I figured it was something like that.” Lance was silent for a moment, then said, “If it was any of my kids that got whacked, I figure I would go crazy too. Naw, it’s okay. I don’t have a hard-on for what you did.”
“Glad to hear it.”
Both men continued to walk and Jack asked, “Why didn’t you just go along with them and have us killed?”
“I was wearin’ your recorder. Hard to deny what was said.”
“Yeah, but you could have made an excuse, said you forgot to turn it on or something.”
“I know, I thought about it, but…”
“But what?”
“It wasn’t that it would really bother me to kill you two. It’s just that I’m more upset with guys in the club like Wizard and Rolly.”
“What do you mean?”
“Things have changed. When I was a young fucker, without brains, I used to think it was exciting. Sometimes it was. But not now. Lookin’ back on it, I wish I’d quit years ago.”
“Why?”
“The club’s not what it used to be when I first joined. We used to have good times … go on rides … things were different. Sure, we were a bunch of badasses sometimes, but not like it is today. When I first joined, you’d have never gotten a tattoo for knockin’ off some kid! Fuck, we’d have knocked you off! Now, we hardly ever ride. It’s all about makin’ money. We’ve become a bunch of fuckin’ businessmen. The guys in power just use the club as an image, for protection to make more money.”
“A lot of people like making money.”
“Yeah, but they’re not real bikers, at least, not what we used to be. It just ain’t worth it now. It’ll only be a matter of time before the Vietnamese, the Russians, the Indos, or some other group takes over the business. Being a biker used to represent freedom to do whatever the hell you wanted. Where’s the fuckin’ freedom when you’re always lookin’ over your shoulder wonderin’ when the competition is going to put a slug into ya!”
Jack nodded that he understood.
Lance looked at Jack and said, “Then there’s the heat, but you guys are the least of our worries.” He smiled briefly and added, “Well, I used to think that until I met you.”
“I guess I have put a burr up your ass.”
“You’ve done that, all right.”
“You did good work today. I heard you on the tape, pumping Wizard for information about The Suit. Remember when I said you would be working for us for ten years?”
“How could I forget? Now it’s nine years, fifty-one weeks and two days.”
“Make it five years now.”
“No kiddin’?”
“No kiddin’. If you find out who The Suit is, I’ll say we’re even. If I find out first, then you’re still looking at serving your country for another five years.”
“Deal!” said Lance, sticking out his hand.
Jack felt his firm grasp.
As they shook hands, Lance said, “One more thing,” and buried his left fist deep into Jack’s midriff. Jack buckled over. His already battered ribs were racked with pain as his lungs gulped for air.
Lance said, “Guess I did have a bit of a hard-on
