DAVE slouched in his chair, surrounded by tattoos and testosterone. Only full patch members were left in the room—all the rest had been sent out.
All except Dave, as once again he’d deliberately faded from their notice. He didn’t know exactly how he disappeared—whether peoples’ eyes just slid away from him or if light actually bent around him. His grandmother had never told him. All he knew was that it took a lot of concentration and he couldn’t fool cameras.