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untouched by the blaze. He’d purposely left it far enough from the house just in case something like this happened.
    “I’m not riding on the back of that,” Tommy blurted out.
    “Well, you’re in no condition to drive it. It’s the only way right now.”
    Tommy’s head went back and forth in a dramatic, drunken motion. “Where are we going? And why not wait for the firemen and the cops?”
    “We need to get to the IAA building. I’m not sure, but I have a feeling that whoever just tried to kill us might come back. It would be better for us to not stick around.”
    Tommy seemed to accept the answer and swung his leg over the back of the bike. The only problem was he was facing the wrong direction.
    “Other way, buddy,” Sean said, still helping him.
    When he got his friend turned around, Sean hopped on and slid the helmet over his short, messy blond hair. The key was still in the ignition, so all he had to do was hit the button. The Triumph revved to life.
    “Do I get a helmet too?” Tommy asked, his speech still fairly slurry.
    “Not this time. But I’ll keep one around for you in the future. Just hold on tight.”
    Sean sped out of the driveway and down the street just as a giant red fire truck appeared over the hill. A few seconds later, they passed a police car on the same trajectory.
    Tommy and Sean had been the best of friends since early on in life. They attended the same high school and kept in contact through college. When Tommy’s parents died suddenly, the Wyatts took him in for a short time. While he appreciated their help, Tommy’s mind and heart were torn apart. He struggled with his emotions for years, even through college. Things changed when he disappeared for a year. He’d told Sean not to try and find him, that it was something he needed to do, something about finding his life’s purpose.
    One night, while sitting at a bar in Istanbul, Tommy realized what it was he needed to do. Two days later, he was back in the United States working on the idea that would become his legacy, an agency that served the world by recovering ancient artifacts.
    Somewhere in that year abroad, Tommy learned how to fight, though Sean never asked him about it. He’d become a brawler, able to defend himself in a pinch, though still clumsy at times. The two had found themselves back-to-back in more than a few situations. Now, awkwardly, they were back to front.
    Sean chuckled at the irony.
    The cool evening air sprayed over their skin as Sean steered the motorcycle down the tree-lined streets. One of the things he liked most about Atlanta was how there were still so many trees in spite of the massive city’s population. Tourists had commented on how different it was from cities in the West where all you could see were vast metropolitan areas filled with hundreds of miles of streetlights and homes stretching in all directions. Atlanta wasn’t like that because of the hilly terrain and the fact that the populace preferred to keep nature a more prominent feature.
    He thought about this as he twisted the accelerator and sped out of the highlands and into midtown. Posh coffee shops, boutiques, sushi bars, and trendy hangouts blurred by. Sean pointed the single headlight at downtown. His friend kept his arms around him, more tightly than Sean would have liked, but he’d rather Tommy be safe than sorry, especially given his condition.
    At the next intersection, the light went yellow and then red, forcing Sean to hit the brakes and bring the bike to a stop. The light was at a four-way stop. A late night cafe was open on the corner a few feet from them. Three gorgeous young women, probably in their midtwenties, stared at the awkward couple on the motorcycle. Tommy, without a helmet, looked especially uncomfortable.
    He smiled and nodded at the girls. “It’s not what it looks like,” he tried to explain. The few minutes of fresh air on the bike had seemingly sobered him up. That or being seen riding bitch on the