I arrived in Miami a little over three weeks ago. I blended in well, my Spanish carrying me all the way. I tailed Havoc who had no clue I was near him. Saw him as he found a new race shop…saw him recruiting some new blood….saw him as he found Shane and Fairbanks in condo on South Beach. I saw him as he watched them, I drew my gun but he did nothing…just watched as they made there way to a limo…….

So Shane wasn’t too broken up about me. And that really burned. But it wasn’t her fault…I did this with my lies and quest for revenge. She didn’t seem happy though. Dana Fairbanks was draped all over her…like Shane was some kind of trophy she won. But Shane seemed like she was a million miles away. Was she thinking about me? I hoped so. I hoped that this thing with Fairbanks was only because I gave her reason to. I was keeping my three car distance when I suddenly felt a wave of nausea. I tried to blink and focus on the road but I felt so sick…I had to pull over and I puked my guts up……I look up from the sidewalk and see that Havoc and the limo are gone….I hit the Comm on my wrist and let them know I lost them…

I don’t ever get sick….ever….was it something I ate? Then it all starts making a sick kind of sense? The fatigue I have been feeling lately…the swelling….the weird dreams….when was the last time I had my period….?

Little Havana

“So tell me what you got!”

“Si senor Avoc”

“I uh see Chane and the tennis woman. They buy this how do you say un como se,”

“A garage?”

“Si, a garage. Yeah they buy this spot I know well, it’s from Endy…Chane I guess knows Endy…they buy it yes and they have deliveries for de stuff you know…and they make deal with the URL to race yes….”

So Shane and her millionaire tennis babe are starting up a new venture. Shane is a smart lady….and racing in the Underground Racing League was very cool. No more bikes, tuners all the way. I can’t wait to see what she puts on the track.