“Out,” Kelsi said, jerking a thumb. “All of you.”
The Vegas heat shimmered off the desert asphalt like a mirage. The BangBus—a nondescript white van with blacked-out windows—sat idling in the parking lot of a defunct truck stop. Inside, the crew was restless.
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She tossed a contract onto the dashboard. “New deal: I drive the BangBus. You three—Rico, Mike, and the audio guy, Steve—are my ‘hitchhikers.’ I pick the spot. I set the pace. And the camera stays on you for once.”
Rico laughed. “Funny, Kelsi. Get in. We’ve got a schedule.” “Out,” Kelsi said, jerking a thumb
“It is now.” Kelsi revved the engine and pulled out of the lot, leaving the limo behind. “First stop: that abandoned motel on the 95. I hear the lighting is great at sunset.”
A knock on the side door made everyone jump. The door slid open to reveal Kelsi Monroe. But she wasn’t in the usual “hailing a ride” outfit. Today, she wore aviator sunglasses, a black blazer over a sports bra, and held a tablet. Behind her, a stretch limo idled. Inside, the crew was restless
End of Part 3.