Police yell, and I throw myself to the left, feeling the wind from her swift movement as the metal scrapes against the wall. Too scared to take my eyes off her, I run backward as officers yell instructions toward the drug-addled woman with dark circles under her red-rimmed brown eyes. Her bleach-blonde hair is matted, and teeth are rotting inside of the gaping maw, emitting a foul stench.
“I’ll kill you.” She launches herself at me and bounces off Preacher’s extended fist.
Blinking, I try to connect what happened to the woman on the ground being tased as officers move in.
“If this is the protection you’re offering the public, we’ll pass,” Preacher barks, ushering me out as we escape in the fray as the station erupts into chaos.
“He did this.”
“Who? That woman was—”
“Barnes. He tried to get me to flip my story and say I saw a Sinner.”
“Fuck. They’ve got their hands in all kinds of pies. Let’s go to the clubhouse. The boys need to know about this.”