He knows I’m pissed, and I suppose he doesn’t want to argue with me where anyone could walk up and hear us.
I’m sure we’ll have it out when we stop.
He pauses before pulling onto the highway, waiting for a car to pass.
“Where’s your car?” he asks over his shoulder.
“At Carmen’s house.”
“Where’s that?”
“The southeast side of town. It’s in the country off Las Alturas Drive.”
“Where’s that?”
“It’s a frontage road that runs along the east side of the interstate. She lives off Sunny Bridge.”
“South of Tellbrook?”
“Yes.”
He heads that way, and soon we’re almost there. There’s not much around, and just before we make the turn, we hear a group of motorcycles over on the interstate.
Only about twenty yards separates the frontage road from the busy interstate.
Blue stops and watches them go past. “Motherfucking Devil Kings.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Hang on, babe.” He makes a U-turn, and suddenly we’re flying back down the frontage road heading for the cross street with an entrance ramp to the interstate.
My God, he’s chasing them down. He can’t be serious. “What are you doing?” I yell as he runs the red light and dashes across to the ramp.
He reaches back and grabs my leg, turning to yell. “Finding out once and for all where these guys are going.”
It’s all I can do to hang on tight as the bike surges forward beneath us.
He slows when there’s enough traffic between us and them, but not so far back that he loses the three motorcycles. We ride this way for miles, heading north on I25.
I’m worried about how far he’s willing to follow them.
We’re coming up on Radium Springs, and I know it’s one of the last exits before the interstate heads into the desert.
Blue curses, and at the last moment, takes the exit.
I sigh in relief.
When we slow at the top of the ramp, he turns his head. “I think they spotted us.”
“Is that why you stopped the chase?”
“I bailed because I’ve got you on the back of the bike.”
He makes a left turn on the overpass and takes the opposite entrance ramp, heading toward Las Cruces.
We ride much slower now, and my body relaxes. We’ve only gone a mile when I feel Blue tense and check his side mirror. That’s when I hear the sound of the Harleys behind us.
Twisting, I spot them coming up fast.
