"The night of Bobby’s party I didn’t get into an accident driving home. I was attacked. Minivan pulls up behind me. A girl jumps out in a panic, says her baby’s choking. The girl was very convincing. It was a goddamn doll in the car seat. Hit me over the back of the head with a blackjack, something. I came to, handcuffed to a chain link. Utility house out by the access road, they wore masks. There were three of ‘em. One who spoke, I knew his voice, tatt on his throat. Zobelle’s right hand - Weston. He told me to deliver a message to you. Stop selling guns to color, said if I didn’t tell you that he’d find me and do it again. They raped me. All three of ‘em. More than once."

"I found myself lost in my own club. I trusted few, feared most. Nomad offered escape and exile. I didn’t know if leaving would cure or kill this thing we created. I didn’t know if it was an act of strength or cowardice. I didn’t know, so I stayed. I stayed because in the end the only way I could hold this up was to suffer under the weight of it."