The closer we got to town, the thicker the smoke became, and the peaceful feeling I had carried back from the lake disappeared beneath a growing knot of fear.
Jace kept the motorcycle moving quickly, although he stayed careful around the corners, and I held tightly around his waist while I watched the dark smoke climbing above the buildings.
"Where is it?" I asked.
"I don't know yet." He said.
"You think it's the club?" I asked.
"I think we need to find out." He said.
As we reached the edge of town, sirens became audible, and several emergency vehicles passed us in the opposite direction.
Jace followed them and when we finally turned onto the road leading toward one of the Iron Vipers' towing depots, my stomach dropped.
Flames were still visible through the thick smoke. The depot w
