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This time Tate chuckled. Not only did Zane s cock jerk but so did his heart.
 You ve got to be shittin me. Try telling that to someone who doesn t know about the
Dark Riders.
 Name something we ve done wrong.
Tate brushed the dust from his hands and then took another sip of his drink.  That s
the problem. I know you ve done wrong. I just can t prove anything.
Zane could hear the tight anger in Tate s voice. The man truly was pissed that he
couldn t pin a crime on the Dark Riders. Zane wasn t sure how they had even come to be
on Tate s radar, but the man had a hard-on for them.  You re being followed.
Tate s brow rose a fraction of an inch.  I know. I ve caught you a few times
already. That s called stalking where I come from.
If only this were a joking matter. Zane had to be very careful what he told Tate. He
wanted the man aware, but not too aware.  The guy who killed your vic is following you,
Tate. I m thinkin he wants your head.
 Why? Tate s tone said he wasn t buying what Zane was selling.
 Because you were seen with me. Honest but not too much info.
Tate seemed to ponder Zane s words before raising his hand and ordering both of
them another drink. After their drinks were set on the table, Tate looked Zane in the eye
and asked,  What s a Darling?
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Tate watched Zane and knew the man was hiding a hell of a lot of things. A veil had
come down over those obsidian eyes and he could feel Zane closing up.
What confused Tate was that he could actually feel Zane putting up a wall. It was
like the guy was in his head and he was in Zane s, only he couldn t read what the guy was
thinking. But he sure as shit could sense the man s emotions.
 Tell me I was seeing things when you took Marcus s head off.
Zane glanced around before settling back in his seat. He tossed an arm over the
back, the other hand holding his drink.  You weren t seeing things.
 Goddamn it, Tate groused.  If I want roundabout answers, I ll go see Lonnie.
Zane smiled.
 What in the fuck is a Darling?
 Tell me where you heard that name, Zane answered. Tate had asked him already
if Marcus was a Darling, and the cop had hinted at the word as well. But Zane had avoided
the question which he clearly planned on doing again.  You come clean, I come clean.
Tate highly doubted that. Zane was an enigma. The man was too damn secretive,
yet flirtatious and forthright about what he wanted from Tate. That wasn t going to happen.
One dream was enough. He wasn t going to get sexually involved with a suspect. That was
a big hell no in his book.
 An informant. That was as much truth as Zane was getting out of him.
 I wouldn t rely too heavily on what Bandit tells you.
How the hell& ?  It doesn t matter who told me. Are they real?
Zane swirled the drink around in his glass, remaining quiet. Tate didn t push the
guy. He let Zane work things out.
 They re real.
About fucking time he had a straight answer.  What are they?
 Your worst nightmare. Zane swallowed the rest of his drink and placed the glass
on the table.  I invited you here to warn you to stop hunting them down. You re only
inviting trouble if you go after them. You don t want to tangle with one.
 Who s following me?
 His name is Striker Hullender.
 Vincent Hullender s brother? Tate hid his shock. Why would Striker come after
him when Tate was trying to solve his brother s murder? It didn t make any sense to him.
 He s the one recruiting Hearts. Zane grabbed his helmet from the booth and
slipped free. Tate was tempted to demand the guy sit back down, but didn t.  He s the one
you should be looking at for the recent string of murders.
 At least tell me why he s killing them.
Zane shook his head.  I wish I knew.
Tate watched Zane walk out of the bar. He cursed when he remembered that he d
forgotten to ask the guy about being marked. But Tate doubted Zane would have told him.
The guy had given him enough already and it looked like Zane was done dancing with
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