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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run

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Chapter 337 Ford Fiesta

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Happy listened closely to the voice on his cell phone. It was a tip on Esai Alvarez.

"Boss," Happy said walking up to Clay. "I got a hot tip on where little Esai is hiding. I need to work this lead now."

"No more beating up Mayans," Clay reminded him.

"No more beating up or killing Mayans unless it's Esai or Hector Salazar. I got it boss."

"Bring the prospect with you. Teach him something."

"You got it. Hey prospect!" Happy yelled.

Sack jogged up to Happy.

"We're going on a hunt. Just you and me. You got your gun?"

"Yes."

"Let's go."

Sack longed to ask questions, but prospects weren't really supposed to ask questions. It was just part of the prospect process. He'd been in the military for a few years, so he didn't find the not asking questions thing a big deal.

What was a big deal was getting sent off on a hunt with Happy. Every brother had his quirks. Most were not a big deal. Tig was one of the quirkier guys, but that was mostly around his sexual appetites. Happy was the one brother who flat out scared him because he was either a sociopath or a psychopath or maybe both. He hoped that he returned to TM alive and mostly unhurt.

As they walked out to their bikes, Happy explained they were hunting Esai Alvarez. Sack was excited. Being in on catching Esai would make him look good to SAMCRO. Who knows? Maybe they would patch him in early. It didn't hurt to dream.

Just getting to the location was turning into a hair raising adventure. Happy wasn't riding normally. He was weaving in and out of traffic and taking freeway off ramps at the last minute causing them to cross four lanes of traffic to make the off ramp. Sack realized that Happy was testing his riding ability. He had forgotten one of the basic rules of being a prospect—everything is a test.

Happy stopped in front of a dingy ramshackle motel that had seen better days 50 years ago. Sack trailed him into the office.

"Hey beautiful, " Happy said smiling at a fifty-something woman with curly gray haired.

"You know that flattery stuff doesn't work," she said tartly.

"Just the truth," Happy protested. He pulled out his phone and showed her a couple of pictures of Esai.

"Is this the guy you saw?"

"Yeah. He's been here a couple of days. Hasn't checked out yet. Room 19."

"Thanks," Happy said slipping some cash into the woman's hand.

They turned to leave.

"Wait a second. I just remembered that he isn't riding a bike. Told me when he paid for his room last that he'd traded it for a car. It think it was a bright yellow Ford Fiesta."

"Thanks, beautiful," Happy said winking at the woman.

"OK, prospect, take off your cut and hand it to me."

"I didn't think we were supposed to ever take off our cuts."

"This is an exception. I want you to knock on his door. He won't open it if he sees you're wearing a cut."

"This isn't a trick?"

"No."

Sack took off is cut and handed it to Happy. They walked down to the room and Sack knocked on the door. No answer.

"We'll go across the street to that coffee shop and watch the room," Happy said. "All we have to do is wait until he comes back or leaves if he's in his room and just not answering his door."

Sack put on his cut and they got back on their bikes.

"Yellow Ford Fiesta," Sack said pointing at a car turning into the parking lot.

"Let's check it out," Happy said.

As soon as they got on their bikes, the Fiesta turned around and left the parking lot. The chase was on!

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Author's Note: Thanks to the guest reviewer who wanted more Scarlett in upcoming chapters. I appreciate the feedback since most readers can't be bothered to provide any input at all into this story.

I heard you and as I was laying out the next two plot arcs, there will be much more Scarlett beginning with the next chapter.

Thanks for your help in improving my story. I wish other readers were as giving and helpful as you. MV