Their car backfired.
“Gotcha,” I said with a grin.
I pushed off, not bothering to rev my engine as I followed the sounds. That told me a lot, the fact that they had a modded out car that couldn’t handle what they tried to do. I grinned underneath my mask as I caught a view of tire tracks in the mud.
I was getting closer.
I followed the tire tracks for almost five fucking miles before I heard an engine rev to life. Oh, hell no. They weren’t getting away from me. I was going to lay eyes on that motherfuckingvehicle if it was the last thing that I did as a living, breathing man.
“Gotcha!” I exclaimed.
I watched the car, just a little putz-around vehicle, pull out of the shadow of the trees. We rounded around the south side of town, sticking to the state park side of things. That couldn’t have been a coincidence.
“Come oooon, let me see that license plate. Just a little bit.”
I leaned forward on my bike as if that would somehow make it go any faster. I checked to make sure that my phone was still recording, and then I set my sights on staying behind that car as much as I could. I knew the second they kicked in the turbochargers. It was insane to me, putting speed like that on a vehicle where I visibly saw the rust eating away at the back bumper.
These motherfuckers were used to getting away.
I squinted my eyes. I flipped the switch on my bike again. But the instant I started gaining ground, their engine revved and they pulled away from me.
“God fucking damn it, come ooooon,” I growled.
I didn’t get close enough to view the license plate for myself, but I did get close enough to realize that there was some sort of a logo emblazoned onto the side. When they cut a sharp corner and disappeared into the woods, I caught a glimpse of it and took a snapshot for my memory banks.
Who the fuck would put a logo on the side of a shitty car like that?
I sped to the spot in the woods where they had breached, and I found a muddy, watery, dirty, carved-out path that sure as fuck didn’t look natural. I hunched my shoulders, ready to give my bike the time of its fucking life.
Cap’s voice sounded in my head about the buddy system.
“Fuck,” I growled before I wised up and turned myself around.
I wasn’t sure how long it took me to get back to the clubhouse. All I knew was that when I busted through the door, there was only one name coming from my mouth.
“Ranger!” I barked. “Where the--!?”
“Ah!” a woman yelped.
I heard Doc soothing someone. “It’s okay. It’s just Ghost. It’s just one of our guys. It’s okay. You’re fine.”
Ranger stormed out of the fucking kitchen with a look of murder in his eyes. “Ghost, for fuck’s sake, keep your goddamn voice down.”
I quirked an eyebrow and grinned beneath my mask.
Oh, Ranger was trying to fuck that woman.
He was always such a weird one.
“Got a logo from the side of that car,” I said as I handed him my phone, my voice muffled by my mask. “Got a lot more on video, but I can describe the logo to you.”
He wrenched my phone from my hand and glared up at me. “Give me five minutes.”
“Their car was modified, by the way,” I called out after Ranger, stopping him in his tracks. “There’s no way she would have been able to outrun them. And you know what that means.”
I saw his jaw tick, which meant I knew my lesson landed.
There was no way in hell she would have been able to outrun them.
