“How old are you?”
“Old enough to know you need water.”
The Biker Named Wade
His name was Wade Callahan.
He told her that after she helped him drink from her bottle and wrapped his scraped wrists with cloth from her backpack.
Wade belonged to a local riding club. He had made the wrong people angry by refusing to share information that could have put innocent people at risk. Elsie didn’t understand the full picture, and she didn’t need to.
She only understood one thing.
The people who left him
