I adjust myself, sitting back on the bike, slow and shift into first gear, then open up the throttle. I pop a wheelie in the fast lane before slamming it down and taking the next exit. I take a quick look at the intersection coming up, ensuring no one is there, and run the red light, taking a right and speeding down the road.
A few minutes later, I’m taking curves faster than I should be down a two-lane road when I see headlights coming up fast behind me.
They flash a few times, but I ignore them. If it’s a cop, I’m prepared to outrun him. Not because I’m afraid of them but because I’m not in the mood to put up with one tonight. I’m still on edge and need to fight. I’d rather run from a cop than beat the shit out of one. That will definitely piss off the guys.
After about a mile, they finally pass me and slam on their brakes.
Fuck.
I yank on my front brake so hard that it brings my rear end up while the nose goes down into a stoppie position. I place both boots on the ground as the back tire slams onto the road.
The car pulls off the two-lane road onto a gravel one and I decide to follow. Coming to a stop, I slam down my kickstand and yank my earbuds out, strolling toward the car. “What the fuck?” I shout. My blood was already pumping, but now I’m in the mood to finish what I wanted to do to those guys at Blackout. I fist my blood-covered knuckles.
The driver’s side door opens suicide style, and a man in a black hoodie steps out.
“You have a fucking problem?” The words I’m about to say next trail off when I look into a set of green eyes. “Adam?” I demand. “Fuck, man. If you needed something, you could have called me.” He knows I have his number, since I stole it from Eve’s phone. He’s also in a different car than when I saw him at his house.
His eyes fall to my bike before they glance back to mine. “You have a minute?”
“Yeah.” I nod, knowing this can’t be good. “What do you need?”
“Your cell.” He reaches out his hand, and I remove it from my pocket and hand it to him.
He pitches it off the side of the gravel road, and I watch it disappear into the woods.
Okay.
“Get in,” he orders, giving me his back, and I follow and fall into the passenger seat, hearing “Call Me” by Shinedown softly playing from his speakers.
“You know I have a tracker in my neck, right?” The guys are no doubt looking at my location since Tyson called them.
“I just need a few minutes.” He pulls out onto the two-lane road and then tosses a folder into my lap.
“Were you able to find Everett’s videos from Dollhouse?” I ask, my heart now racing at what’s in here. I open it up to find a police report. I frown. That wasn’t what I expected. “How the fuck did you get this?” I ask, but I already know. He told us that he’s been working on the inside. He’s got reach within the police. Not like we need it, but he sees the paperwork behind the cases.
“She’s in trouble.” He ignores my question.
My eyes shoot to his. “What kind of trouble?”
“She called the police…”
“Yeah, over the body she found in the cemetery. The detective Ty has on payroll told us.” I fill him in. “He also informed us that she was cleared.”
He sighs. “It’s bigger than that. They are going to make sure she goes down for the murders.”
I laugh. “They think she committed all seven murders? That’s ridiculous.” I’ve seen her kill three men, but seven women? Something tells me that it wasn’t my girl.
“They’ve got her DNA.” He glances at me quickly before looking back at the road.
The detective didn’t mention that to us. “Well, maybe she touched the body?—”
“Jesus. Does anyone fucking listen?” he barks out, slamming his palm on his steering wheel. “I tried to tell her?—”
“Wait. When?” He doesn’t answer, and I grind my teeth. “Did you know this the other night when we spoke at your house?”
He ignores that question too. “Her life is on the line right now, and she’s not taking it seriously. I thought you would.”
“I am,” I bark, dropping my eyes to the report.
