Page 49 of Prophet
Sucking a breath in, I turned to stare at him. Reaching over, I grabbed his bloody shirt with both hands setting him upright. “You know Jewel, don’t you?”
“...any other name,” he mumbled. His eyes were closed and dribble dropped from the corner of his lips.
I shook him. “Tell me where Deacon is. Tell me!”
The man’s head limply rolled around as he said nothing.
“Let go of him,” Wildcat urged. “You aren’t gonna get anything but babbling out of him right now. We have to wait. When I get him to the Connor House, I got an IV kit there. After I get him stabilized, we could try to get him to wake up. Let him go.
I didn’t want to. This asshole knew where she was. Exasperated, I let go of his shirt.
“Wait a minute,” Wildcat said. “Let me see your hand.”
I let out another disgusted breath and turned my palm up.
“Fuck man, that’s burned,” he commented.
“So?” I retorted as I motioned to the smoking mess of metal ahead of us. “It all burned.”
He dug through his kit, grabbed up some cream and smoothed it across my palm.
I tried to tug my hand back as to me this was bullshit. Who cared?
Wildcat kept a hold of it, then wrapped a bandage over it, taping it down as he released my hand.
Redemption got into the front seat and shut the door as Bones, another Rebel Saint jumped in to sit behind the wheel. Maneuvering the frontage road, we headed back onto the freeway.
Redemption turned in his seat and asked me, “What happened to you? We all about went insane when you didn’t answer for a half hour. Man, I was dying a thousand deaths.”
I leaned back in the seat and replied, “I was chasing this fucker.” I motioned to the guy still passed out on the seat. “I knew he was Deacon’s lackey when he hit a hundred on the freeway.”
Redemption stared at me. “You were going a hundred miles an hour on that Ninja?”
I shrugged. “Thereabouts.”
“Man, that’s fucking dangerous as hell,” Wildcat spoke up.
“I know,” I replied. “I’m used to Harleys. But that bike hit maybe a hundred and twenty when I finally caught up to him.”
Bones at the wheel swore, ‘The fuck? You couldn’t have done that.”
I remembered the air planing dimension. “I did and I didn’t.”
Redemption kept staring at me. “What the hell does that mean?”
I looked out through the window at the passing scenery as I remembered that bizarre few minutes or was it a few seconds? “I did something stupid at about a hundred and forty.”
“A hundred and forty miles an hour?” Redemption almost squeaked the words out in astonishment.
“Around there, yeah.” I didn’t remember the speed exactly but it was fast. Faster than I’d rode, ever in my life.
“Ok, first of all on a bike like that…” Bones paused as if he couldn't wrap his head around what I was saying. “You’ve ridden a Ninja before?”
“Fuck no.” I scoffed.
Redemption and Bones glanced at each other.
“So, you leaned?” Bones asked as he changed lanes and moved the SUV over.
