CHAPTER FIVE
Night came quick and darkness fell across the horizon. Dakota glanced towards the digital clock on their rental vehicle. 11:59. She stared, counting the seconds, and then the clock hit midnight. She straightened, peering through the windshield as gravel crunched beneath the tires. Marcus guided them into an alley behind the bar.
“You sure this is a good idea?” Dakota muttered, glancing towards her clean-cut partner. The enormous, body-building agent flashed a schoolboy smile and a wink.
“You saw the bikes out front. They're still here.” He wrinkled his nose, going quiet and holding a meaty hand to his ear. “Hear that? Horrible taste in music.”
Indeed, a loud, pumping, blaring mixture of rock and heavy metal blasted from the small, seedy desert dive bar.
An auto shop and a
