Georgia had given herself a fully unplugged holiday. She’d made arrangements with the necessary people, taken the necessary precautions and of course, the right people had the number of the hotel she’d stayed at. Still, she’d gone to Hawaii and treated herself to a phone free vacation to celebrate Christmas this year. Spending time alone was not new or awkward anymore, she filled the hours with bars and restaurants, spa treatments and sleeping in late. Now that she was back in Olympus things should have felt relaxed. Instead, she found herself slamming on her breaks as she passed by the MC, tires squealing as she pulled her car to a halt outside the barrier of police tape. It was dark and nothing was well lit, but she could damn well see that the MC wasn’t fucking there anymore. Her heart beat faster in her chest and she stared for a moment. Georgia had few loyalties to any one person in particular, but the institution such as it was kept Mal safe in prison. It was one of the few emergency lines she had. A move like this was strong and deliberate. Swallowing her fear she climbed back in her car and drove to the Dive. She parked quickly and stalked inside. It was loud, and she knew her black slacks and pale linen blouse looked more at home in a board meeting that this bar, but this is was her first stop. She stalked in, her heels clicking as she looked for a place to sit. She jerked her head at the bartender. “Tanqueray and tonic, double, with extra lime.”
