"Not yet." Derek answered as Sarah pulled out her phone.
"Give me the description." Sarah said.
Derek did, and Sarah entered the information while asking several questions about the motorcycle, clothing, and direction of travel.
"I will check what we have." She said.
She made a call, then stepped away from us.
While we waited, people slowly began leaving the event, although several Iron Vipers members remained behind to help clean everything.
The money raised had exceeded our expectations, and normally I would have been thrilled.
Instead, I kept thinking about the man on the motorcycle.
The celebration had felt safe only minutes earlier, and now I couldn’t stop wondering how long he had been watching us.
Sarah returned about twenty minutes later.
"I have a name." She said and eve
