Chapter Twelve
The biker on the gurney, in front of me had met an untimely end, not due to the explosion, but because of gunshots. His friend I had discovered in the alley after the explosion had suffered the same fate and now I knew I had seen the wounds before, I needed to find out why. I also needed to work out who the victims were working for.
A shaky plan started to build, but shaky was better than nothing.
I couldn’t get back into the police station. My friends from the FBI had seen to that. So, if I wanted to find out more about my mystery bikers, I would need to get creative. The obvious solution was to call Rey’s cell phone and ask him to look up the answer’s I needed, but after several rings and getting nowhere, I figured he was either surrounded by noise and would never hear
