Tristan sat on the hotel bed and texted on his phone, Red flag.
Moments passed before the texts began pouring back in.
How long do we have? Blaze texted.
Logan wrote, where are you?
Los Angeles. A few hours at the max.
Micah is supposed to be in California. @Shine, are you around?
Tristan watched the texts roll down the screen.
Micah wrote, I’m in San Francisco. What’s going on?
Tristan told them, Some shit is going down. I’m here with a woman who’s an innocent bystander. I can’t believe I got her caught up in this shit. If you can get us out, get her out first. Name is Colleen Frost.
How’d she get involved?
I thought she was cute, Tristan admitted.
Laughing emojis filled the screen.
Logan texted, Are you sure she’s not part of the problem?
I’m sure. This is all me.
Yeah, figures, Micah texted back. He was solemn when doing business, but he had a wicked sense of humor.
Drop a damn location pin, @Tristan, Logan said.
He did.
When he saw Micah’s pin, he sighed. You’ll never get here fast enough. You’re hours away at best.
Don’t be so sure, Micah wrote.