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Elijah Vega.
Outside the hospital, my last-resort leans against his bike with a skull emblem on his jacket. Rodeo. One of the few men I'd trust to dig up graves if I asked. By the level of Skull riders, he is levelled at resistance and judging by the dirt on his boots, he's been digging deep.
Zerek, standing beside him called me last minute when I was leaving Paloma’s room. Said Rodeo found something. Something worth betting everything on.
Rodeo tips the brim of his cap back and reveals his calculating eyes.
“How is she?”
"Stable.” I glance once over my shoulder at the hospital, then back. “I've got exactly twenty minutes to shut down the family meeting before it starts. So, whatever you've got, make it count."
“I don’t think you should shut it down.” Rodeo says, and I catch
