Ted sat in the passenger seat of the big black SUV, looking at his iPhone. “Should be just around that bend.”
Special Agent Simon Keith was driving. He was in his late thirties, but didn’t look it. He was robust, with thick brown hair, a handsome clean-shaven face, and eyes like a hawk.
“Look. Three dirt bikes over there, in the bushes to the right.” He parked.
“What are you doing?” Ted asked.
“Checking to see if the engines are warm,” he said, getting out. He trotted over, looked at them for a moment, felt the engines, and rushed back.
“Well?” Ted asked.
“Stone cold. A full-sized bike and two child’s bikes. Nice ones, too. They aren’t locked up. Nobody would just leave them like that if they had a choice.”
“Calling it in now,” Agent Joe Cooper said from the back. He was a rookie, with black hair, always…
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