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The women were leaving the lot, with Tasha and Bette having spoken briefly about what to expect over the coming days. Tina was planning on heading out to the desert to take in the last few hours of filming before they lost the daylight.
Tasha said she would take Alice back to her car at the FBI offices and reassured Tina that as soon as she had any information that she would contact her.
Bette and Shane were going to head back to the beach house to work for a little while before they headed to Kit’s club. Bette’s half-sister Kit Porter had a small club in LA, it was mostly jazz, but she had other live artists perform as well, and Bette had promised she would come and see her when she was back in the city. It had been a while.
Bette and Shane mounted their bikes and were at the back of the procession as they exited the main gate, Tina in the lead.
Just as Tina made her turn onto the main road a black SUV came barreling at her, T-boning into the side of her car. Bette watched in horror as the Mercedes tipped up onto its side, almost went over and then crashed back down onto the pavement. It happened in slow motion. Bette was frozen, she couldn’t move.
The SUV slammed into reverse, tires screeching, smoke billowing out of the wheel wells. It spun around, peeling out in the other direction and racing down the street. The front end had a heavy grill cage and appeared virtually undamaged in the crash.
“Shane!!!” Bette screamed, now pulled back to reality.
Shane gunned her bike ahead throwing something over her shoulder which Bette didn’t quite see because she had pulled back hard on the throttle, rocketing her own bike towards the Mercedes.
She got there in an instant, slamming on her brakes causing the bike to pitch forward, the back wheel lifting off the ground momentarily before coming to a quick rest.
She smashed down the kick stand and launched off the bike, wrenching open the driver’s side door.
She stopped then, panting hard, and looked into the wreck. Tina Kennard was staring at her, eyes wide. Her face was pale as a ghost.