Chapter 17It could have been hours later, or minutes. It was impossible to tell with the unrelenting shine of the lights. Her pale skin had long since gone red, and then burnt under the oppression of the UV lighting. The bottle of water was long since empty, and all she could do was huddle on the ground with her head beneath the small square of shade that the plastic chair offered.
When the door opened she didn’t flinch. She just lay there and waited for whatever was going to happen next.
Kyle was dead, what did anything else matter? He wasn’t coming to get her. There would be no white horse, no last minute rescue of a cavalry of bikers. Long dry tears had made lines on her face. He had been at the club, and there had been no survivors of The Saloon shooting.
Leon was dead. It was a lit
