Chapter 9. Judge's Terms

Rae POV

I'd towed bikes for the Black Pine club for nine years and never once been inside the president's office. I'd pictured something out of a movie: a pool table, a mounted shotgun, a calendar of women in bikinis.

It had bookshelves. Actual books. A coffee maker older than me. A window full of pines, and a framed child's drawing of a motorcycle with a big gray stick-man on it, labeled GRANDPA JUDGE in purple crayon.

Judge himself sat behind a desk covered in invoices, reading glasses on his nose. Birdie was in the armchair by the window with her feet up. Gus leaned against the bookcase with his arms folded like he'd been called in as a character witness.

Wade closed the door behind us and stayed beside it.

"Sit," Judge said. "Please. You want coffee? It's terrible."

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