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CHAPTER FIFTY: THE JOURNEY BEGINS

Author: Frank Cannon
last update publish date: 2026-01-16 15:35:29

I left Redemption Creek three days later.

One bike. One bag. One destination in mind.

The coast. Somewhere I could hear the ocean. Feel the wind. Remember what it was like to be free.

Before I left, I said my goodbyes.

Mae cried. Made me promise to call once a week. Made me promise to eat. Made me promise to come back.

I promised all of it. Even though I was not sure I could keep every promise.

Razor gave me a satellite phone. Encrypted. Untraceable. "Just in case."

Hammer gave me a gun. Small.
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  • THE BIKER'S EX RETURNS    CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-TWO: MAE'S FIRST CONSULTATION

    Mae's response to my letter arrived in four days.One page. Shorter than her previous letters. The handwriting had changed again. Less deliberate than the first letter. Less effortful than the second. Something closer to natural. The handwriting of someone who had been practicing honesty for long enough that it was becoming less work.She wrote that she had received the letter before Agent Reyes called. That the sequence had mattered. That knowing the answer came from me first meant she could receive the formal notification as procedure rather than as verdict.She wrote one paragraph about the work.I am ready to be useful in the specific way I proposed. Not as a return. Not as a rebuilding of what was. As a contribution to something that is already built and does not need me at its center. That is the right shape for what I can offer.Then one line at the end.The second paragraph of your letter. I read it several times. I am not going to respond to it today

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    "You are alive." My voice was barely a whisper. "Very much so." Crystal's laugh was like nails on glass. "The body you found? A girl who looked like me. Same build. Same hair. I killed her three days before the quarry. Planted my ID on her. Knew you would not check too carefully in the heat of bat

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  • THE BIKER'S EX RETURNS    CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: MAE'S SECRET

    I could not confront Mae directly. Not yet.If she was the traitor, tipping her off would be suicide. If she was innocent, accusing her would destroy our relationship.So I watched. And waited.For three days, I observed everything Mae did. Who she talked to. Where she went. What she said when she

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