"So any info about the rider?" I asked Malo as we packed our books inside our bags. The final bell rang, the sharp sound echoing through the room, so school was over for the day. My fingers were fumbling with the zippers of my backpack, my mind still stuck on that stretch of road and the blood that wasn't there anymore.
"No, nothing… except for the motorcycle being missing and the scene being clean. Like professionally clean," Malo said. He threw his bag over his shoulder, his face looking worn out.
"The GPS hasn't mentioned anything about it either, so one can say it never happened… and if it did happen, you two and the Trios were the only witnesses. No local reports, no police scanners, nothing," Sasha added. She was leaning against a desk, tapping her phone against her chin with a thoughtful look.
