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By the time Byrd arrived at eight o’clock, I’d received a response from Sullivan asking to meet at the Phoenix Living office downtown.
Despite its battered appearance, I opted to drive the Charger over the Gray Ghost. I had no reason to believe that whoever was chasing us before wouldn’t do so again. I invited Shea to ride along with Byrd and me, under the premise of saving gas. Really, I just wanted to be closer to her.
“Thanks, but I’d rather follow on my bike. Not a big fan of riding in cages.”
I tried to hide my disappointment, but it was probably for the better. I needed to focus on the task at hand. Having my head in a pink cloud over my newfound romance with Conor was what got Deez shot so many years ago. I didn’t want history to repeat itself.
We drove down Central Avenue t
