Interest Hightens

A low murmur ran through the crowd as a few bikers leaned into each other, throwing around guesses they didn’t even sound confident about. “What do you think’s gonna happen?” one asked, tilting his head toward the trucker.

Everyone had their answer, but the feeling buzzing in the air was the same. Without a word, the trucker reached into his rig and pulled out a beaten-up leather jacket, slipping it on like he had all the time in the world. There was no panic or rush, but calm, steady movements. Even Bill, usually hard to rattle, narrowed his eyes, waiting like the rest of us.