There was no ire to her tone, but she spoke with a command that told him she’d made the argument before and had been ignored.
He sighed. “I was like that for a while.”
She tilted her head at him. “You were?”
Mars nodded. “One of the first rides I was ever involved in… We were crossing state lines with a stupid amount of weed. It was back in the day though, and we had a lot of troopers in our pockets so we knew we were safe. We headed over into Louisiana and were on the highway, when the load on a truck suddenly flies free from its tether. It smashes into one of the bikes, a guy called Bilk. He died immediately. His bike spun into the path of a couple more guys. It ricocheted off them after they skidded onto the asphalt, and nearly knocked into me. Traffic wasn’t so bad back then, but it
