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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....