SIXTEEN
Riding crosstown was bad, but nothing could have prepared her for the ass-numbing experience that was the trip through the barren wasteland between Las Vegas and Phoenix in the middle of the night.
They pulled into the parking lot as the sun had begun to warm their backs. Sage was never more thankful to be off the bike.
“I’d forgotten just how pretentious the Phoenix crew was.” Grey stood and stretched hard before removing his helmet. “Compensating for something, maybe?”
A white ten-story building stood before them, the crimson letters A.S.S.E.T. mounted across the front entry. She’d never thought the people working in this office were all that showy, but compared to the Vegas office hiding any indication of its building’s intention, she had to agree with Grey’s remark. Though
