Chapter Eighteen
My first thought was to get Rey on the phone. But I soon discounted that as a bad idea. This situation was my mess, and I’d be damned if I was going to put anyone else’s life at risk because of it. For now, my best bet would be to head back to the station and sort things out. At the precinct, Zoe and I could lay low and figure out our next move.
Of course, things are never that easy.
As I took a left onto busier roads in an attempt to blend in, two motorcycles materialized in my rearview mirror. They pulled out of a parking lot side by side. Yamaha sports bikes, gleaming black. The riders were also dressed in black—pants, jackets, and helmets. This, I knew, made them hard to identify.
Call me paranoid, but deep down I knew the riders were tailing us. When they weaved t
