Travis nodded once. “I asked for witnesses.” Pike threw up his hands. “This is intimidation.”
“No,” Travis replied evenly. “This is transparency.” More bikes arrived — not a flood, not chaos, but enough to make it clear that Travis hadn’t acted impulsively.
Within minutes, a half-circle of riders stood across the lot, their presence structured and controlled rather than chaotic.
Delgado crossed his arms thoughtfully. “Mr. Pike, has he damaged property?”
“No.”
“Threatened anyone?”
“No.”
“Then this is a civil matter.”
Pike’s jaw tightened. “He owes two hundred and eighty dollars.”
Travis turned slightly toward Evan. “Is that right?” Evan nodded, eyes fixed on the gravel.
