Chapter 7
Mike clearly did not see him, since Adam had parked on the far side of the van. The other man got out and circled to the rear, then opened the doors. He reached in and dragged a wire cage to the back edge of the van. When he lifted it down, Adam could see the load was about all the other man could handle. It looked like a heavy, solid cage and, even though they were small, the squirming puppies inside had to add some weight and their mother provided more.
“Hey, looks like you could use a hand.”
Mike jumped as he looked up. “Wha—Oh, Mr. Bolt, I didn’t hear you come up. That’s gotta be the quietest scooter I never heard.” He grinned.
Adam started at the other man’s use of the word “scooter” to refer to the motorcycle. That was a slang term pretty much limited to bikers or people who were totally familiar with the biker lifestyle. This quiet guy did not look like a biker. “What did you just say?”
“Huh? That I didn’t hear you drive up.”