A 16-Year-Old Brother Knocked on a Feared Biker Clubhouse Door at 12:17 A.M…

Behind me, Travis shifted his boots against the concrete. “Is that man going to come looking for you here?” he asked.

Noah shook his head. “He doesn’t know where we are. We took the last bus out of our neighborhood and walked the rest of the way.”

I looked at Lily again. Her knuckles were pale from holding on so tightly. The cold had reddened her cheeks. She had not said a word.

I stepped aside.

“You’re coming in.”