The Biker's Claim
“You two look like you found something.”
I glance at Nyx, and she nods, letting me take the lead. “We went to Rusty’s,” I say, keeping my voice low. “I talked to a beggar who’s always there. She didn’t know Snake’s face, but she saw a guy with the Shadow Riders tattoo on his wrist. Said he goes to a shop across the street, buys burner phones, in and out quick.” I reveal. Hera's face remains expressionless.
She then narrows her eyes, her mind already working. “Burners,” she repeats, her voice hard.