High-Sided (Armed & Dangerous #3)(47)

“I think I’ll do that. I have some time on my hands, before I have to get to the track.” Getting to my feet, I held out my hand. “I’ll call you if we find something.”

He shook my hand again. “Good deal. If there’s anyone you want me to keep an eye on, let me know.”

For a second, I thought about giving him Sean’s name, but thought better of it. Sean had been a part of the community even longer than I had. Now that he was co-owner of Bennett Racing, people knew and respected him. “Thanks, Gary. We’ll keep you posted.”

Micah shook his hand and followed me outside.

Before I could get in my truck, he placed his hand on the door. “What’s on your mind, Chandler? You were going to say something in there and held back. What was it?”

“I’m keeping an eye out on Sean.”

His brows furrowed. “Kassidy’s friend and stepbrother? Isn’t he also co-owner of Bennett Racing?” I nodded. “Why would you think he had anything to do with this?”

“Sean and Kassie were together at one point. Back when we were dating, I knew he had feelings for her. I could see it. After I left, they got together. We’re not exactly on good terms right now.”

“What does Kassidy say about this?”

I shrugged. “She doesn’t want to hear it. But you know what it’s like out there. Our worst enemy’s usually the closest to us.”

Sighing, he slapped me on the shoulder. “I understand, bro. Since I’m not racing for Hendrix, I have plenty of time on my hands. I’ll keep a look out for him.”

“Thanks. I’ll talk to ya soon. I’m gonna head over and inspect Levi’s bike.”

“Good deal,” he said, opening his truck door. “Send me the address and I’ll check it out later this afternoon.”

We separated ways and I started down the road toward Costner’s Garage. I wasn’t ready to see Levi’s bike, but I had no choice.





When I pulled down the road to the garage, the doors were closed but they opened as soon as I got out of my truck. A guy a little younger than me walked out and waved, his clothes were covered in grease. He had dirty blond hair and was extremely skinny, but I could see the resemblance to Gary in his face.

“I never thought I’d see the day,” he said, holding out his hand. “I’m Drew Costner.”

I shook his hand and nodded in greeting. “Logan Chandler.”

“Oh, I know who you are. When my uncle called and said you were stopping by, I didn’t believe him. You were my favorite racer growing up. Where have you been?”

Chuckling, I released his hand. “In Charlotte,” I replied. “After my accident, my family moved me there to get the medical help I needed.”

His eyes brightened. “And now you’re back. Does that mean you’ll be racing again?”

I nodded. “Yep. I’m back on the Bennett team. I thought I’d give it another go before I get too old.” I was only thirty, which was a couple years older than the average age of racers.

“That’s f*cking amazing. I guess you’ll be in Virginia this weekend then?”

“I will.”

“Can’t wait to watch.” He nodded toward the garage. “My uncle said you were coming by, but he didn’t say for what. Is there anything I can help you with? I know you probably have to get to practice.”

I followed him inside. “I’m looking to fix up a bike. It’s kind of a hobby of mine. Got anything I could take a look at?”

“Of course. I might have what you need out back.” We walked through his building and out the back door. His yard was fenced in and there were rundown motorcycles everywhere. I skimmed over the hunks of metal, until I found the bike I needed, perched in a corner all by itself. Levi’s motorcycle was bright green and black, the green sticking out like a sore thumb.

“I see you recognize Levi’s bike,” he murmured.

I swallowed hard. “Kind of hard not to. He was my friend.”

“Same here. We used to meet up at the brewery for beers.”

“Did the police just give you his bike?”

Releasing a heavy sigh, he averted his gaze from the bike to me. “Levi’s parents said I could have it. The cops looked over everything for evidence—there was nothing there. Some believe he ran off the road on his own. I don’t, but who knows.”

I stared at his bike. “Yeah, who knows.” There was no way in hell he ran off the road on his own. “Do you mind if I look around?”

“Sure. Go ahead. If you need any help, I’ll be inside.”

I waited for him to leave before going over to Levi’s bike. It was all but crushed. I walked around it, paying close attention to every single detail, while snapping pictures with my phone. The more I looked at his bike, the worse I felt. If only I’d been there when he asked me to come, he might still be alive.

I was about to give up, when the sun flashed across his bike, revealing a color I had yet to see. “What the . . .” I gazed down at the foreign paint color. I hadn’t seen it in the shade, but now it was clear as day. Pulling out my phone, I snapped a close-up of it. When I looked at my screen, it was right there . . . a small red streak, standing out against the black. It might’ve been nothing, but it was all I had to go on.