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Pleasant, if muggy, the city’s late night air buzzed with cicadas; the evidence of a nearby park. The shadows of moths caused the streetlights to twinkle like the far-off stars above, masked heavily by latent light pollution.
All quiet, the empty streets invited the weary, the lonely, and the searching.
...At least, until the roar of a motorcycle far surpassing the posted speed limits echoes off the worn brick of townhouses long-neglected. No matter where the blonde turned, the sound grew louder -- until the bike whipped past them, the tail of a trenchcoat sailing by like a victory flag.
The brakes squeal as the delinquent pulls to a sharp stop, yanking the handlebars around to point the headlight right at them. His body lurches slightly to the side; though he hangs on, it’s clear the bike’s got more responsiveness than he’s used to.
Freckles, dark hair, a wild grin...
Probably not a face the investigator had missed, since confronting him for counting cards at a casino. Hooking a thumb behind himself, Lear tosses his hair out of his eyes.
“Get on, little bird. Wanna show ya somethin’.”