Shannon’s POV.
I fly forward, taking corners like they are nothing. I see the sign up ahead for Santa Teresa. I know it is a commercial town and the gateway to the Mexican border.
I pull off the road. Pull up the GPS on my phone, ignoring the missed calls and texts. I see a petrol station on Main Street and a few industrial sites. I check each of them on the maps and decide which one Shane would likely be waiting at.
When one catches my eye. A slow, cold smirk lines my face. I pocket my phone after looking at how to get there. I take off again as fireworks start exploding in the night sky.
“Happy New Year.” I say to myself as I ride towards the site. I shut the bike off, remove my helmet, and check my gun, ammunition, and knife. I walk towards the site.
All is quiet apart from the cel
