The black sedan surges ahead, cutting Bobby off with clean, deliberate confidence. It flashes a hand out the window, pointing to the lot entrance.
Bobby follows the signal off the arterial road. Neon dies behind him, replaced by cracked pavement, dead weeds, and stacked rusted frames half buried in dust.
King and Jax stay with him as the sedan rolls to a stop. The engine clicks quiet. The city noise drops to a distant hum.
A hooded wolf steps out from the driver side and keeps several paces back. He does not rush. He studies Bobby like a problem he already expects to solve.
The Hooded Wolf
You are hard to pin down, Bobby. That makes you useful. It also makes you expensive.
The Hooded Wolf
I want a conversation, not a chase. Unless you insist on making this messy.
King
He is fishing for a reaction. Let him show his hand.
✓ Quest Accepted
Determine the Hooded Wolf's true allegiance