Blood on the Asphalt biker
The rain in Chapter One had been a backdrop for fear. It was cold, confusing, and overwhelming.
The rain in Chapter Seventy-Eight was just weather. And weather was a variable we knew how to calculate.
I watched from the shadows of the garage bay as three black SUVs screeched to a halt on the wet gravel. In the original timeline, I had been cowering behind a tool chest, clutching a wrench like a lifeline, terrified that these men were coming to kill me for a debt I didn't owe. Dax had been bleeding, desperate, and defensive.
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