The Biker's Claim
Red butterfly chasing my rejected wifepursuing my ex wife isn't easychasing my ex wife back
They are bound to make a slipup.
In no time,we are standing outside the shop.
It's small, its windows grimy, with a flickering neon sign that says open.
I push the door open and Nyx steps inside first.
Inside ,it's cramped with shelves packed with cheap electronics—headphones, chargers, and a glass case full of burner phones. My stomach twists as I realize what this means. Burner phones. The kind you use when you don’t want your calls traced. The kind Snake would need if he’s the mole.