“It’s Tommy, right?” What he’d said to us the night before kept running through my head. If Tommy hadn’t planned it, he knew who had.
Guy shrugged.
“Don’t know. Only problem is, these aren’t his guys.”
“His guys?”
Guy shrugged again.
“Tommy’s been known to send some of his dumber friends to make a statement.” He turned to me and laughed. “The last time he did something, a splinter group of the Clampus crowd who like to meet at Stonewall decided to make a statement of their own.”
“Clampus?”
“Yeah, there’s this social club of bikers, meets every once in a while. Do stuff. E Clampus Vitus? You never heard of them?”
Oh, yeah, I remembered them rumbling down Main Street a time or two on their bikes. I’d never been clear if they were troublemakers or just rough and ready guys out for a ride. Since they weren’t mall customers or even Penny’s customers, I’d just tried to stay out of their line of sight.
I guess I’d shivered because Guy tightened his arm around my shoulders.