Chapter Eighteen
TRIGGER
Mike: She didn’t speak to Savi, but you’re right, she’s in Vegas.
Trigger: Where?
Mike: 6 miles from you. 740 S. Decatur Blvd.
I dropped my joint on the ground, kicked my bike into gear, and turned north on the Strip. Lights shot by me in a blurred line of color. Traffic was light, so I made good time.
The hotel was attached to the casino, and I immediately spotted four bikes in the driveway, but they were crotch rockets and clearly nothing to do with a biker club.
The hotel was a giant rectangle inside. Each room had its own patio and front porch window.
I rang the bell, and a middle-aged man stepped out from behind the wall.
“How can I help you tonight?”
“Lookin’ for a girl, blonde, tattoo on her arm.” I held up my phone and showed a picture of Tess. “W
