RYDER
“What’s the status of the deal?” I asked Kane as we walked through the endless rows of grapevines stretching across the farm.
“I found the old woman,” he replied, stepping over a fallen branch. “The good news is that she really exists. She used to be married to a biker who passed away years ago. The bad news is that she's seriously ill.”
That’s sad.
“I just don't know how much time she has left,” Kane added.
Logan reached up, plucked a grape from a nearby cluster, and tossed it into his mouth. After chewing for a moment, he frowned.
“So why is she selling everything?” he asked. “What happened to her kids?”
“She doesn't have any.”
Logan nearly choked. “No kids at all?”
Kane shook his head.“None.”
“That's strange.”
“I don't know the full story,” Kane admitted. “I only know s
