Chapter Seven
He stood there, stunned that it was a chick who'd out raced him. He didn't know what to say nor think. He COULDN'T think.
He looked in the direction that she had walked off in and spotted her. Then he took in the sight.
She now faced him so that he could see her well-toned body. She was wearing a pair of tight light-blue jeans and a black tank top that stopped right above her navel, which he noticed was pierced. Her blonde hair fell down her shoulder in ringlets, but he couldn't see her eyes. He couldn't for she was looking in a totally different direction than where he was standing.
A guy came up behind her and put a hand on her shoulder. She turned to shake his hand and that's when he saw it. Her jacket. It was different from the one she'd had on earlier.
Instantly he knew who she was. Almost like she wanted him to know.
"So, Cris, nice race," Rocky commented, smiling.
"Always is," Bastian agreed. "Our girl never fails to deliver."
"Ain't no thing," she replied, smiling herself.
She looked back in the direction of the biker whom she'd beaten and saw his facial expression.
"Hey, you guys have fun. I gotta go do somethin'," she said.
"Yeah, go ahead," Bastian answered, following her line of vision.
She made her way through the crowd to him and smiled when she noticed he was still staring at her.
It was only when she was standing right in front of him that he looked her in the eyes.
Neither said anything, they just stood there, looking at one another.
She was unsure of how to start this conversation. What exactly was she supposed to say? What shouldn't she say? What would set him off? What would break him? And why, of all places, did he come here?
On second thought, she KNEW the answer to the last question. She just hadn't thought the time would come this soon. Hoping she was wrong, she waited for him to speak.
He stared for a moment, letting the knowledge sink in. It was her. The one he'd been told to come here to find.
He flashed back to three years ago when his sister had given him some very important information.
"Should something ever happen to me, you are to go to Denver and find her. She doesn't know you by name, nor will you her, but you will know each other when you see the tiger. The symbol that holds everything together. Find her, let her know what happened, she will know what to do."
"Lisette, don't talk like this. Nothing's gonna happen to you," he said.
"J, don't kid yourself. You feel it just like I do, don't lie. Something's gonna go down and soon. So, just in case something does, I want my t's crossed and my i's dotted. Just promise me…if something does happen that you will go to Denver."
He still hadn't wanted to believe her, but knew she wouldn't take no for an answer. So, reluctantly, and against his better judgment, he had agreed.
And so, here he was…six months later…in Denver. Something had indeed happened to Lisette…she had been killed. He had had to bury the only family he had left, and now was in a place where he knew no one.
His mind returned to the present, where she was still standing in front of him.
"Yo, Cris. You goin' to the party?" some guy asked.
"I'll be there," she answered, her eyes never leaving his face.
She noticed that he had been lost in thought until a moment ago. Knowing they should talk, she made a decision.
"You got somewhere to be later?" she asked.
There was a long pause before he shook his head.
"Get on your bike and follow me."
Before he had a chance to ask any questions, she was gone. With the crowd having thinned dramatically, he could immediately pick her out.
Not having anything better to do, he decided to follow her. After all, they did need to talk.