Jojo swore.
“Denny Ross.”
The man finally looked directly at him.
That was enough.
Five years earlier, Denny had prospected with the Steel Vultures.
He was not reckless.
Reckless men were easier.
Denny was patient.
Useful.
Polite.
The kind of man who learned everyone’s routines before anyone realized he had memorized them.
For almost a year he handled errands, parts pickups, and cash from legitimate club events.
Then Miller found missing money.
Not much at first.
Small amounts.
Enough to blame on bookkeeping.
Then motorcycle parts started disappearing.
Invoices changed.
A customer claimed he had already paid cash for repairs the garage showed as unpaid.
Miller traced the pattern.
Denny had been skimming.
When confronted, he did not apologize.
He argued.
He said he had earned more than he was receiving.
He accused the club of using him.
Miller removed him from the prospect program that night.
Three months later, Denny appeared with another motorcycle club in a neighboring county.
Over the years there had been insults.