Chapter 133

Dalton

"Are you comfortable back there?" I yell as we stop at a red light.

"Never been more comfortable in my life," she responds to me.

Having my wife on my bike is something that hasn't happened in way too long, and it was something that should have been corrected ages ago. This was one of the little things we let slip, when we should've made sure it was something we prioritized.

Red flashes to green and we're heading down Louisville Road, preparing to stop in at Wet Wanda's for a few minutes. I'm not working tonight, but I'm stopping in to check on a few of the new recruits.

The night is cool, but I can smell summer coming, quicker than most of us are probably ready for. The older I get, the less I enjoy the humid, stifling heat. I'd much rather have just a bite in the air. Chilly enough a jacket is required.

Up the road, I can see the sign for Wet Wanda's sticking out amongst the dark, blanketed sky. Neon always draws attention, and that's exactly what we need to get b