Paige's POV
The sun had barely risen when Mia and I started going through the workshop records, because neither of us was willing to leave another question unanswered after what we had discovered about Kyle.
The garage was quiet, although the building still carried the evidence of the night before, with medical supplies stacked near the office, several motorcycles lined up for inspection, and the three trackers sitting inside a sealed evidence bag on Ethan's desk.
I sat beside Mia with a laptop open between us, while she pulled up the service records from the last two months.
“We need every bike Kyle touched.” I said and Mia nodded.
“I already filtered the records by his employee number, but there are more than I expected.” Mia said as I leaned closer.
“How many?” I asked.
“Twenty-s
