It Was Just a Normal Afternoon on the Highway Until a Tattooed Biker Suddenly Swerved His Motorcycle Into the Emergency Lane, Threw Stack After Stack of Cash Into Speeding Traffic, Ignored Screaming Drivers and Chaos Around Him, and Kept Glancing at a Small Wooden Box Strapped Behind His Bike That Seemed Far More Important Than All the Money He Was Throwing

Part 1: The Afternoon That Should Have Been Ordinary

It was supposed to be just another ordinary, uneventful afternoon on Route 66. Sunlight poured down, bouncing off the blacktop, reflecting in the windows of countless vehicles, painting the highway in a harsh, almost blinding light. I, Austin Fletcher, an American traveling back home from a client meeting, was in the right lane, …