Chapter 13The ends may justify the means, but it sure sucks sometimes.
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Scarlett's gaze locked onto the glowing sign overhead featuring the silhouette of a woman holding an oversized mug of beer. Below the image, the words “'Les' Southend” confirmed her destination.
She turned off the highway and into the gravel parking lot. Rows of gasoline-chugging motorcycles filled one end of the lot with a few old, beat-up cars at the other. She pulled up next to a boat of a car with a broken insignia on its tail that looked like it was once a deer. It was hard to tell in the dark, but she was pretty sure the entire car was primer gray.
She climbed out of her vehicle and looked at her clothes. Scarlett was suddenly very glad she stopped at home to change, tight jeans and a simple black leathe
