When the sun began to set, we got ready. Six double checked the two guns he was going to take and grabbed two full magazines while I armed my jeans with my lip balm.
“Where are we meeting him?” I asked as I slipped on my flats.
He held the door open as I walked through. The car was parked right in front of the room.
Once out of the parking lot and on the road, he finally answered me. “Up the coastal highway, past Santa Barbara. There’s an abandoned restaurant.”
“Why was it abandoned?” I wasn’t really expecting a response, just curious.
In true Six fashion, he ignored me. Instead, he kept his eyes glued to the dark pavement.
Once out of L.A. and past the Santa Barbara area, the traffic decreased and it became pitch black. The exception was the moon shining onto the great expanse of th
