CHAPTER THREE
Jake picked up speed the second he heard the next train. He had memorized the schedule so well he knew there would be little time in between trains for him to chicken out. As he ran along the tracks toward a spot farther down than we usually ventured, I sensed he had been out there alone, planning the escapade and assessing what location would give him his best advantage.
As I ran after him, I noticed he was heading toward a grassy area, just as he had suggested. He heard me behind him and yelled back over his shoulder, "No, Kat - this time it's just me." His hands were clutched, and his shoulders were set with stubborn determination.
By now I had caught up and was close at his heels. My face and hands were sweating, but I felt a sense of excitement unlike anything I had e
