Back at the bar, Ash wasn't inside.
She hugged the side of the building instead, pressed into shadow where the exterior lights didn't quite reach.
The front was busy—too busy. Bikes lined the curb. Hot rods packed the lot. Doors swung open and shut as laughter and music spilled out, dragging people back inside whenever the noise peaked.
She kept her head down.
'How the hell do I do this?'
Dirty work wasn't new to her. Breaking knees, shaking people down, pushing back when things got ugly—that she understood.
This was different.
This was alone.
Her jaw tightened. She stayed still, watching.
The crowd thinned just enough. A roar from inside—shouting, something crashing—pulled attention inward.
'A fight,' she thought.
Her eyes dropped to the vehicles left unattended.
Then back to the door.
Then to the bikes again.
Ash sucked in a breath and moved.
