After thanking the patrol officer,
Brian got back in the car.
The first thing he did was to take out his cell phone and dial Ivan and the others' numbers.
The first call to Ivan went unanswered.
Brian licked his lips and impatiently unbuttoned his inner lining to continue trying others.
The second call to Glenn, no response.
Brian...
Fuck!
He smacked the steering wheel.
None of the three could be reached, it was a sure thing!
It was his worst fear realized.
He had just flirted with Susan not long ago, promising to keep the B6 team safe until she returned.
And how many days had it been since then?
Brian sighed, found a gap, and forcefully turned the car around amid curses, returning to the motorcycle supermarket to find the blonde Cabo still playing games: "Buddy, lend me a motorcycle."
"Brian?"
