I turned off the engine outside the Saints’ clubhouse and let the rain wash over the hot metal. Silverhaven’s dockyard smelled of rust, the same as always, but the sign above the door had lost its fight. The word BIG flickered once and then gave up, leaving only the red outline of a saint casting light into the puddles. It’s been six years since I’d stood on these grounds and sworn I would never come back here again. The recorder hidden inside the cuff came alive like a tiny red eye that saw everything I couldn’t say. I was ready… so I swung off the bike, boots splashing and pushed the door in…Inside, the air hit me as memories I hadn’t asked for rushed in. The stale beer, motor oil, the almost mistakeable hint of blood… it all felt too familiar. Immediately I walked in, conversations died. Multiple faces turned in my direction, some I knew but most I didn’t. Half of them looked at me in disgust while the other half stared in shock and I felt… numb. The bar was filled up with bot
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