“Free is free,” he said, “and I don’t want to waste any more time.”
Randi silently agreed. She grinned to herself, the adrenaline and relief combining into some sort of euphoria. She was living, and it was better than performing. Her heart soared.
She looked back: no sign of pursuit yet.
“So you’re seeing it through now,” she said at his ear, “even though you’ve already got the money.”
“Already spent the money,” he said, moving into a gap between cargohoppers to put them in the shade.
“On the bike?”
“Yep.”
She laughed and wrapped her arms tighter around him. “I like it.”
The undulating wail of a siren rose on the wind.
“Let’s see how fast this thing can go!” she shouted, smiling as Express steered them up over the skylane, away from regulated traffic, and into the bright open sky.
About the Author
Lisa Farrell, mother of two, spends her days impersonating baddies and dying in amusing ways. By night, she writes fiction and aspires to being a professional geek.
Her grip on reality is irrelevant.
Follow her occasional tweets @lisamrc8.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
About the Author
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