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“So?”
“So? What bikers you know ride along diligently through traffic?”
He has a point.
“You think they’re following us?”
“Let’s see.”
He accelerates and I watch in the mirror on my side as the bikes speed up, too. Then they pull out from behind us.
“I think they’re going to pass us.” I tell him.
“Shit!”
One of them pulls up next to Gage’s window.
“What is he doing?” I exclaim in a panic.
I look around frantically for the other rider and almost swallow my tongue as I stare through my window and down the barrel of a gun.
Oh. Shit.
To be continued....
