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Leaving Axel’s hospital room, I was troubled. The car he described I had seen before, and I really hoped like hell I was wrong about who it belonged to. I don’t think the brother knew I had seen him in the car a few months back. I wasn’t meant to be three towns over that day, and I hadn’t been on my bike at the time, so chances were he hadn’t seen me. Unless I was driving one of the trucks for a delivery, it was very rare for me not to be on my bike. But every now and then, I helped my brother out, who owns a repair company, and riding a bike on those days was not very handy. Besides, it wasn’t like seeing one of my fellow MC brothers behind the wheel of a car was a red flag. A lot of the guys owned cars as well as their bikes. Hell, a lot of the guys drove their old lady's cars
