Knox gave him the finger as he walked out the door. What trouble could he get into at Rosie’s? It was The Last Riders favorite bar. The only fight he had ever gotten into there had been with Viper’s father, Ton.
Knox, Rider, Train, Cash and Shade all headed to the bar with several of the women riding at their backs. As they pulled into the lot, Knox recognized Diamond’s car in the lot. The woman actually surprised Knox. Not only had she not stayed in for the night, but she had not called Viper to tell him she would be going to Rosie’s. The woman had no fear.
Knox was about to show her just how much she had to fear.
Chapter Seven
Diamond had showered and changed into more comfortable clothes when a thought occurred to her. Looking at her watch, she knew it was early enough that it shouldn’t be too busy at Rosie’s. Deciding not to call Viper, she put on her tennis shoes, not wanting to take the time to change back into her other clothes.
The drive to the bar on the outskirts of town, halfway up the mountain, was a short one. Diamond was happy to see the empty parking lot. After the day she’d had, she would have broken and called Viper if there had been too many bikes around.
Once inside, it took Diamond’s eyes a few minutes to adjust to the dim lighting. The bar was old and looked it, however it was clean with tables and a dance floor. In the middle of the dance floor was a pole that Diamond was sure had been taken advantage of after a few drinks.
The bartender was watching her from behind the bar, so Diamond pasted a smile on her face as she went to the counter and climbed onto one of the stools.
“Hi.” Diamond tried her most disarming smile.
“Hey.” The bartender didn’t return her smile. “What can I get you?”
“A beer would be great.”
The bartender reached into the cooler and brought out a beer and a frosted mug, placing both in front of her.
“Thanks.” Diamond reached into her pocket, pulling out some cash then placing it on the counter.
She then watched as the bartender went back to cleaning his glasses before she cleared her throat. “I was wondering if you could help me. I was trying to find out some information on a woman.”
“Don’t know nothin’.” He didn’t stop what he was doing.
“You don’t even know who it is.”
“I don’t want to know. Finish your beer and get out. You want information, go to the computer. It knows everything about everyone now.”
“It doesn’t know who’s fucking around, but I bet you do,” Diamond snapped.
The man stopped cleaning his glasses, his lips twitching. “Who’s the woman?”
“Samantha Bedford.” She watched for a reaction.
“She ain’t fucking no one anymore.” He moved to stand in front of her. “Why do you want to know about that slut?”
Diamond thought that was kind of harsh considering she was dead, but she kept that opinion to herself. “I’m representing Knox.”
The bartender’s whole attitude changed. “What do you want to know?” he asked with a friendly smile.
“Did Sam come in here often?”
“A lot when she hung out with The Last Riders. Not so much after she tried to hurt their women. She came in here a couple of times with a couple of Blue Horsemen. After they got arrested, I haven’t seen them since. Heard they skipped bail and disappeared.”
Diamond took a drink of her beer. “Anyone else since then?”
He shook his head.
“How about before she was involved with The Last Riders? She come in here then?”
“A few times, always trying to pick someone up and go home with them, but I can’t remember anyone in particular.” He started wiping the bar top down with a cloth. Something bothered Diamond and she couldn’t place what it was. She thought he might not be telling the truth with the way he avoided her eyes.
“I can be very discreet; no one needs to know how I found anything out,” Diamond said.
“I’ve told you what I know. If I remember anyone in particular, I’ll give you a call.”
Diamond sighed. She had pushed hard enough. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out her card, which she placed there before leaving for her apartment.
“My name is Di Richards. If you think of anything, let me know. I’m trying to help Knox. Anything could be of help and you may not realize it.”
“Names Mick. If I remember, I’ll call.”
As she turned to leave, the door to the bar slammed open and The Last Riders filed in. Diamond could tell by the look on Knox’s face he was angry. He was an imposing figure dressed in his dark jeans and black t-shirt with his boots swallowing up the floor as he strode across the room.