Ducking inconspicuously into the shadows, Ryder leaned on a rusty lamppost and pulled a copy of the local paper from under his arm. As he watched the ink rub off onto his fingers, the absurdity of his situation was not lost on him. In an age of computers, electronic tablets and smart phones, who in the world still read newspapers? Besides dumb ass bikers like himself intent on appearing casual while they stalked other people, he couldn’t imagine. There was something about reading the local gawker that magically made a person go unnoticed in public. Perhaps it was such an unremarkable activity, no one wanted to interrupt. Then again, it could be because reading the paper was seen as me time, therefore making an interruption seem rude to most
…show more content…
Grabbing him up within view of the public was undesirable for reasons too numerous to name. Since an unstable man with a grudge and a gun was a unpredictable combination Ryder eliminated taking him around others from his list of options entirely. If it came down to risking innocent lives or letting him slip from his grasp, the rough biker would chose the latter. Any innocent blood staining his hands, by extension stained the reputation of his club. Ryder would never allow his brothers to suffer for his mistakes.
Shadowing the man as inconspicuously as possible, he hung back a few car lengths and even passed him a few times as they drove for several more hours. About thirty miles back Ace had taken ninety to the state line. Near as he could tell they were in some relatively backwater town by the name of Mission Point. It seemed like a good place to piss and fill up and that’s exactly what Ace did.
Ryder’s normal predilection leaned towards stealth and circumspectness to the point of being insular at times. When Ace stopped and began staidly filling his gas tank, Ryder pulled into a nearby station and did the same. The trick was to be quick about it and get back to the target before he moved
Grabbing him up within view of the public was undesirable for reasons too numerous to name. Since an unstable man with a grudge and a gun was a unpredictable combination Ryder eliminated taking him around others from his list of options entirely. If it came down to risking innocent lives or letting him slip from his grasp, the rough biker would chose the latter. Any innocent blood staining his hands, by extension stained the reputation of his club. Ryder would never allow his brothers to suffer for his mistakes.
Shadowing the man as inconspicuously as possible, he hung back a few car lengths and even passed him a few times as they drove for several more hours. About thirty miles back Ace had taken ninety to the state line. Near as he could tell they were in some relatively backwater town by the name of Mission Point. It seemed like a good place to piss and fill up and that’s exactly what Ace did.
Ryder’s normal predilection leaned towards stealth and circumspectness to the point of being insular at times. When Ace stopped and began staidly filling his gas tank, Ryder pulled into a nearby station and did the same. The trick was to be quick about it and get back to the target before he moved