The CEO's Son is a Serial Killer

XVI.IV Congergation

The faint scent of the sea crinkled Liz's nose as they drove through the drab scenery of the shipping district. It hadn't been long, so Heather was bound to still be somewhere walking around here.

Hopefully.

"Quite the daredevil, aren't we~" Liz's passenger chimed into her ear as they found themselves in front of a stoplight. "Riding around without helmets on?~"

Their hair fluttered against the wind as they rounded another corner towards their first destination. The blonde rolled her eyes at her partner's teasing. It was stupid of her to do this, to drive around without helmets on, but nobody's going to pull her up on a Saturday anyway. The vast majority of traffic patrol never bothered with fringe districts such as Riverside, so why bother with helmets when they weren't going to go to the highway?

"Why bother, indeed,