Chapter 22

“Don’t even think it,” John said. “We are not going to spend our weekends in the mountains looking for graves of the killers’ possible victims.”

Kip chuckled. “Mind reading? Of course we aren’t. That would be an exercise in futility.”

“No shit.”

They finished eating then headed back to the agency. When they got to the parking lot, Kip hopped off the bike. “I’m getting the hang of this,” he said before putting the helmet and gloves in one of the saddlebags. “Another couple of times and I’ll be ready for lessons on how to drive this baby.” He patted the bike.

“Oh, boy. I’ve created a monster,” John replied, shaking his head. “On the other hand, why not? Then you can get one, too, and we can do road trips.”

“‘Easy Rider’ lives, as long as we don’t end up like they did.”

“Yeah, for sure. Okay, I’ll see you Monday morning.” John waited until Kip was inside the building before taking off. It was fun, and we will do it again if I have anything to say about it.6