I need to ask you for one favor.
Previously: I need to ask you for one favor." The laughter at the biker table stopped at once.
The Truth Comes to Light
The biggest biker, a bald man with a scar across one eyebrow, slowly put down his coffee.
"They think you're alone?"

Ruth nodded.
"They think I'm helpless and alone."
His chair scraped hard against the floor as he stood.
"You're not helpless."
Another biker stood, his long beard brushing his chest.
"And you're not alone.
The End






