To everyone who knew her, she was the priest’s daughter. Nineteen, sweet, well-behaved, and practically everything her strict parents could have asked for. She knew how to play the part. But when the church doors closed and her parents went to sleep, she traded Sunday dresses for leather, climbed onto her sports bike, and disappeared into the night. To her friends, she was fearless. To the riders of Mid-Wilshire, she was just a helmet hiding a face they had never seen. Officer Bradford had crossed paths with her more times than he could count. He knew the sound of her bike, the way she rode, even the attitude that came with her. He just didn't know the girl behind the helmet was someone he'd never expect. For a while, she had both worlds exactly where she wanted them. Until one night, one of her closest friends didn't make it home. Now the police are asking questions. About the group. About the rides. About the night he died. And suddenly, the two lives she'd kept completely separate are on a collision course. Because the girl they're searching for has been standing right in front of them all along.
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