Dutch lowered his hand, kicking the kickstand down with a sharp metallic clink to steady his bike.
"Easy, sweetheart," Dutch rumbled with deep, protective warmth, leaning down to meet her gaze. "Tell me what happened."
Chapter II: The Black Boxes
Lily reached the front tire of Dutch's cruiser, gasping for breath as she pointed with a trembling hand toward the row of idling engines.
"Men came last night..." Lily cried, her wide brown eyes filled with terror. "They were creeping around behind the garage... they put black boxes under your bikes!"
Dutch’s expression turned instantly to stone.