(Noah)
I rode back to the compound at a speed that matched everything sitting in my chest, fast enough to clear my head, not fast enough to outrun what I had left behind.
Sleep had been short and my mind was still carrying the weight of it, the kind of tired that had nothing to do with the body and everything to do with what you couldn't stop thinking about.
I arrived in no time, killed the engine and sat there for a second before getting off the bike. The yard was already moving. Ryder was near the far building talking to two of the guys and Kane was coming out of the main door with a folder in his hand. Everything running the way it was supposed to run. That was the compound. It didn't stop because one man had a bad night.
I got off the bike and Dante met me halfway across the yard.
