Every biker in the diner stood at once.

The young man backed toward the door.

The bearded man didn’t move.

He looked at the girl.

“Are you sure?”

She nodded desperately.

“She told me to run inside while he was getting gas.”

The stranger shook his head.

“She’s confused.”

The biker finally stood.

“What’s your name?”

“Emma.”

His eyes dropped to the small necklace around her neck.

A silver wolf.

He had given that necklace to Rose when she was sixteen.

His voice cracked.

“Where did you get that?”

“My mom.”

The stranger reached for the door.

Two bikers blocked him.

The little girl clung to the bearded man.

“She said you’d know what to do.”

He looked down at her.

“What else did Rose tell you?”

Emma wiped her face.

“She said to tell you she never left.”

The biker stopped breathing.

“She said someone made you think she was dead because she saw something she wasn’t supposed to see.”

Outside, a muffled bang came from the parked car.

Everyone turned.

Another bang.

Then a woman’s weak voice came from inside the trunk.

“Marcus?”

The old biker’s eyes filled instantly.

Nobody in that diner had called him by his first name in twenty years.

Except Rose.