The coordinates sat on my phone screen for almost an hour before I finally showed them to anyone.
Drake hated the idea immediately. Blade hated it a few seconds later. Which usually meant the lead was worth following.
I stood beside the map table while Casey traced the coordinates through satellite imagery.
“Old service road.” Casey muttered.
“Near the river.” I said and Blade frowned.
“Anything out there?” Blade asked.
“Nothing that should matter.” Casey said shaking his head.
“Which means it matters.” Drake said crossing his arms.
Nobody argued and by midnight three bikes rolled quietly through back roads outside county lines while darkness swallowed most of the landscape around us.
Blade rode ahead and Drake stayed beside me. Neither of them looked remotely happy.
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