Zachariah and Michael sat in a white van, watching all the doors: Blue Dragon Ink, Satan’s Bar, The Garage. There was a constant stream of huge guys going in and out, all wearing black leather cuts. The logo on their backs read ‘The Road Devils’, and so it was pretty obvious that the Guardians were in the right place.
It was also obvious that these MC guys were not the types that they wanted to tangle with, so any chance of walking straight through them to retrieve Iris was a fantasy. They’d have to find a less conspicuous, less direct way of getting her back. Assuming she was actually here, of course. It was possible that she’d already moved on.
But this was all they had to go on, and so they’d exhaust it as a lead before admitting to their Master that his woman-servant was in the wind
