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I peer my head towards Envy, seeing she’s in a crowd of rich bikers. Ones that have top of the line everything. At least now she’s not pretending to be one of us. “What does third get?”
“A thousand.”
“Like she fucking needs it.”
Foster follows my line of sight, nodding when he sees her.
Ryder isn’t joining us in the celebration for some reason, but Kate is. She congratulates me on the win. I stand with her as Foster approaches him, Ryder looks pissed, his stance rigid. “What do you want?” he deadpans, keeping his voice low.
“I didn’t know it was yours,” Foster replies. Kate pours some hot sauce onto a taco and bites, giving me a moment of quiet to overhear the rest.
“Man, it’s not even that. You know how dangerous fucking with someone’s bikes are. Do you do this a lot? I mean, I thought you were just a good racer.”
Foster’s fist clenches, why did he tell Ryder about that? “No, but I had no choice. I’m in debt to him, far beyond anything I can control. That’s why I fucked the bikes up so bad, so no one would even attempt to ride them.”
“Yeah, dude, but you fucked with my bike too.”
Why was he at the cliffs? From what Foster told me, it was outsiders. He didn’t mention anything about Ryder. More lies?
Foster peers his head back, and I walk over. Kate stays with her tacos, and Foster lowers his voice. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what else to say. Check your email later. I booked you and Kate a suite in the Marriott on the bay for this weekend.”
He shuffles. “Oh,” he sighs. “thanks man.”
“What didn’t you tell me?” I ask.
Foster leans forward to tell me but Ryder slaps him on the chest. “That’s her.” Ryder points in Envy’s direction.
“The Keeper has other people, and that girl told Ryder to bring those bikers to the cliffs. I didn’t tell you because it was an innocent mistake,” Foster informs me. I can agree with that, I don’t need to know every little detail, but why was Ryder being hired for anything?
Foster cranes his neck to make sure Kate is a good distance away. She’s not. She’s right behind me. “Why are you all being so secretive?”
I shrug my shoulders. “We’re not.”
“I already know everything,” she states, taking a sip of her drink.
Me and Foster give Ryder a look. “Sorry, dude. I had to tell her. She was pissed.”
“So,”—I gesture to where she is—“it was Envy? Wouldn’t you recognize her?”
Kate groans. “Don’t ask that.”
I shake my head. “What?”
Ryder slings his arm around Kate. “Nothing, but no it wasn’t Envy. The girl next to her, with the blonde hair.”
I look through the crowd, but there’s too many people now. “I didn’t see her.”
“She’s probably an out of towner. I can imagine the Keeper has a long line of people to go through so nothing comes back to him,” Ryder guesses. It bothers me that they know so much now, but I guess it was only a matter of time.
“Or …” I lean in closer to Foster. “Envy is the Keeper.”
“That’s not who I see on the videos.”
“She may be intel.”
“Only people like us are intel, not the rich.”
Kate scarfs down one last taco. “We need to get going.”