Chapter 7The Diavel purred. Josh waited for the light to change. His earpiece rang. Dan’s name showed on the phone in the cradle, and Josh tapped it. “Hello.”
“Where the hell are you? The realtor’s waiting. He called me.”
The device screeched in Josh’s ear. “Hold on. I’m having a problem.”
Josh squeezed his hand in between the helmet and his head. A deafening squeal. He winced at the pitch and pulled out the source. It fell to the pavement.
He reached to touch his phone. “I put you on speaker. I’m on The Strip, almost there.”
“You took The Strip? No wonder you’re late.”
“There was an accident at Paradise.”
“Call him back. He says he left a message.”
“What did he want?” Josh asked. “I ran out after the show and didn’t check.”
A Porsche with dark windows and candy apple paint pulled
