It was her sister. Hell, I had a brother, we didn’t speak but if it’d been him, I would want to get to him at break neck speeds myself. She’d been antsy at the first stop to top off our tanks. There were only so many pumps at the station and it’d taken two rounds to get all the bikes topped off and the crash truck too. She’d filled up, all the while bouncing on the balls of her feet ready to just fucking go. The first pit stop we’d made she’d gone into the women’s restroom, returned to her bike and fired it right back up. She wasn’t speaking to anyone, didn’t even pop off her helmet. She was brooding and I didn’t blame her. She and her sisters were close, which meant one thing and one thing only. Whatever her girl Faith was into, it wasn’t something she wanted to be doin’ and she wasn’t in any position to get away or call for help or she damn sure would have done it by now. It was creeping up on six-thirty in the am when we pulled off the exit of the I-10 West and dropped down into the outskirts of the city.
