Sarah looked around Dangerous Curves, feeling unsettled, wishing that Jax would finish his phone call and come out of his office.
The bar was surprisingly empty for a Saturday night, and the few people who were there gave Sarah the creeps. She knew that the fullest table was occupied by the motorcycle club members that Jax was so worried about, and as she looked over at the dozen or so of them, Sarah could see why he was uneasy.
They were drinking, of course, and drinking a lot. But they weren’t just drunk, she knew. Sarah had had very little exposure to drugs – she’d shared exactly one joint with Dave – but she would bet that these guys were on something. Their eyes were strange. Too alert, too active. Darting around, never at rest. Almost crazed.
She saw that Dillon and Curtis were w
