“You forcing anything here?”
“No.”
“You related?”
“No.”
“Then why?”
The biker’s eyes stayed steady.
“Because it’s for sale.”
It wasn’t an answer that satisfied anyone.
The officer asked for ID.
The biker handed it over calmly.
No argument.
No ego.
But he didn’t elaborate either.
Amanda’s hands shook as she gathered the cash.
It was real.
Enough to stop eviction.
Enough to breathe.
But now fear crept in from another direction.
If he owned everything—
Was he going to take it?
The officer asked, “You plan to remove these items today?”
The biker glanced at the house.
Then at the boy on the curb.
Then back at the officer.
“Yes.”
The word landed heavy.
Amanda’s chest tightened.
