"You're right, of course." He took another long drink and I watched his Adam's apple flex taking the liquid down. "I came back to see you."
A drop of sweat beaded on the bottle and ran down the side to meet Shadow's hand. "I'm not sure where the confusion is, but I don't run with biker gangs."
In the fluorescent light of the bar his eyes were an unnatural shade of orange instead of the warm brown they should have been. "I'm not with the gang right now, am I?