Maya sat in the kitchen with Carol pretending to drink tea she didn't want. The older woman kept trying to make conversation but Maya's mind was elsewhere. Planning. Calculating. Figuring out exactly how to slip away without being caught.

The clubhouse was busy with activity. Members came in and out grabbing weapons, loading magazines, checking bikes. Everyone focused on the midnight attack. Nobody is paying attention to one girl sitting quietly in the corner.

That was her advantage. Being ...