Weekend Warriors (Sisterhood #1)(51)

“I didn’t order yet,” Julia said.

“I took the liberty of ordering ahead of time. Steaks, baked potatoes and salad.

“I’d like to make a toast to all of you for taking the time to make this run for such a worthy cause. Bottoms up, gentlemen,” he said. “To charity and the fine people who donate unselfishly of their time and money.”

“Hear! Hear!” the men shouted raucously.

“And now for the winner of the restored, oneof-a-kind Indian. Did you all put your names in this shoebox?” Charles asked, pointing to the middle of the table. Heads bobbed up and down. “Good. Why don’t we have one of these little ladies pick the winning name?” Charles pointed to Alexis, who stood up and leaned over the table. The two men across from her gasped when she daintily held up the little square of paper.

“Bobby Tufts, you are the winner of the Indian! This calls for a toast! To Bobby Tufts, may he ride in glory on his new Indian!”

“Man, did I really win? Me! Did you hear that, guys? I never won anything in my life. Man, this is so great. Wait till my wife hears about this. A toast, guys! To this kind, generous man. What’s your name again?” he asked drunkenly.

“Alistair Fitzsimmons,” Charles said regally. “You’re right, this is one of those bottoms-up toasts. To Bobby Tufts!”

“Now, Mr. Tufts, where do you want the bike shipped?”

Bobby Tufts pulled a card out of his shirt pocket and handed it over. “My home address is on the bottom of the card.”

“I see you’re a loan officer at the Wells Fargo bank. Now I know where to go if I want a loan.” Tufts doubled over laughing.

The food arrived, thick T-bone steaks, fat, loaded potatoes and a delicious-looking garden salad.

Two hours went by before Julia stood up and said, “I’m going to see if it’s still raining. I think it’s time for us to move on. Thanks for the dinner and drinks, Mr. Fitzsimmons. Do you want to look at the bike now or did you change your mind? Dr. Wagstaff over there said he wanted to look at it, too.”

Alexis stood up and flexed her shoulders. “Hey, you guys, are any of you going to the Testicle Festival in Montana this year? If so, we’ll see you there!” she said brightly.

“Yeah, yeah, we’re all going,” Bobby Tufts said.

“See ya. Nice meeting all of you,” Kathryn said.

“Hey, Sam, come take a look at this lady’s bike,” Wagstaff said to Sam La Fond, who was staggering to his feet.

Kathryn and Alexis both grabbed three full bottles of beer off the table as they followed Julia and Yoko outside. Kathryn shoved her bottles into Yoko’s hands so she could unscrew the bottle of Rohypnol that was in her pocket. In the darkness with the rain pelting them, she had no idea how much went into the beer bottles.

“That’s a beauty, all right. Bet you want a pretty penny for it, eh?”

“A lot of pretty pennies. We’re staying at the inn tonight but plan to leave around seven. We’re heading north. If you want to come by early and take a look at it in the daylight, feel free. What about you, Dr. Wagstaff?” Julia said, holding out a bottle of beer to him. He gulped at it. Yoko held out a second bottle to Sam La Fond. Charles pretended to drink from his.

“Where’s the car we’re supposed to transport them in?” Kathryn hissed.

“The Ford Mustang parked next to the pickup truck. The key is in the ignition. I’ll be by in the morning. I have to see about getting my guests back safe and sound to the campground now. I’m very interested,” he said loudly, for the benefit of the others.

“I’m not interested,” Wagstaff said, slipping to the ground.

“I think your friend is drunk,” Alexis said. “Aren’t you going to pick him up?”

“Why should I?” La Fond asked belligerently.

“It’s raining. He could drown.”

“What’s it to you?”

“Absolutely nothing,” Yoko said. “Just out of curiosity, Mr. La Fond, how many women did you and your buddy rape on these rides?”

“Lots and lots and lots,” he mumbled as he fell on top of his friend.

“I told you, Kathryn,” Yoko said gently. “Hurry, we have to get them in the car before someone comes out.”

“He won’t remember the question when he wakes up, Kathryn,” Julia said just as gently.

It was better than a precision drill as the four women grabbed Wagstaff’s legs and arms and dumped him unceremoniously onto the back seat. They did the same thing with La Fond. When he rolled onto the ground, Yoko shrugged. “Oh well.”

“Looks like we’re set to go. Yoko, wait till we pull out and you stay on our trail. Let’s go,” Kathryn said, straddling the cycle. She peeled out onto the road, the others right behind her.

Kathryn slowed to a bare crawl when she noticed oncoming headlights. She didn’t pick up speed until the lights were out of sight. She swerved onto the rough road and tore down it at full throttle, the rain pouring down her back. She was soaked to the skin when she opened the tailgate to yank down the ramp. She was back on the Electra Glide and roaring up the plank a minute later, Alexis and Julia right behind her.

“Leave the headlights on, Yoko, until we get them inside. Same deal, sisters, feet and arms. No need to be gentle,” Kathryn said.