l music vibrated through t

spotlights cut through thick clouds of exhaust fumes and dust. Hu

kes hard, throwing the bike into a vicious tailwhip. The rear tire

ane, Graham held a pair of military-grade binoculars to his

the crowd. He was a massive wall of muscle, chewing on

ont tire and blew a cloud of

e booming over the engine noise. "A hick trying to take

r hands on the handlebars, then slowly lifted h

owd we

d into his leather vest and slammed

turf bet. Whoever loses, their crew is

k. Her heart rate remained stea

ar rigged with a massive nitrous oxide system. The engine revved l

the track and raised a red flag high above her hea

o the dirt, launching the heavy vehicle forward like a m

moothly rolled the throttle. The bike launched forwar

gripped the railing. "Sh

he binoculars. "She's not choking. She's testin

g into the 'Reaper's Scythe'-a brutal hairpin turn with a solid

nd cut hard into the insi

didn't

locked. The motorcycle let out a

med. People cov

dropped horizontal, footpegs sparking against the asphalt. She was

. Her rear exhaust pipe scraped against the metal guardrail.

e sparks. Panic seized his chest. He jerked t

flew p

ahead of him. The digital timer on the o

silent. Then the crow

oculars. His hands gripped the metal ra

lane overtake. He had seen it before. Fo

d. The ghost he had b

r helmet. Dark hair fell over her shoulders. She walked straight over

dow and snatched the two-million

The Azure Syndicate is do

oved the check into her jacket,

est heaved. He twisted his pinky ring, a

you," he