Chapter 28. Paint Thinner

Rae POV

We made the hundred and ten miles home in an hour and forty minutes. I held on to Wade's waist and didn't say a word the whole way, and he didn't ask me to.

The whole club was standing in the yard when we rolled in. Judge. Birdie, pale. Eli with his laptop open on the hood of a truck. Brick and Hook by the machine shop door, both of them with the stiff, careful faces of men who'd been told not to touch anything.

The smell hit me before I got off the bike. Paint thinner. A lot of it. Sharp enough to make my eyes water from the yard.

I walked in.

The paint booth was gone. Not knocked down. Gone. The plastic walls had been slashed into ribbons and torn off the frame, and the frame itself was bent sideways like someone had swung on it. My graph-paper plans lay on the floor in a p