Lila's POV
Three days of digging, and I had jack s**t to show for it.
I called in every favor I had, texted every biker I half-trusted, even flirted shamelessly with a cop I used to know from back when Kyle still had me running favors for the club. Nobody had heard a whisper about two mystery riders running a girl off the road near the railway crossing. No chatter, no bragging, nothing. Whoever they were, they knew how to disappear clean.
By the third day, my tiredness had won out over paranoia. Maybe it really was some random psycho with a grudge and too much time on his hands. Maybe it was a one-off, a message sent and received, and now that I'd survived it, whoever wanted me scared had gotten exactly what they wanted and moved on to torment somebody else. I didn't fully believe that
