The mud and grime hardened into a crisp shell over my feet and legs. It was just before noon, and I was starving, exhausted, and the bottom half of me screamed with aches and pains. The next time I was chased through the city streets, I would be sure to bring along my Icaries running shoes.
I breathed deeply as the hot water in the shower slid down my body into the dirty pool beneath my feet. The mud and grime peeled away from my skin as I leaned my head against the wall of the shower. I had no doubt that I could just fall asleep right here, but our shower time limit was five minutes.
After toweling dry, I slipped on some jeans and a T-shirt and snuck back through the hallway to my bedroom. The WindowWall in the living room still blared ESPN and must've put my bodyguards in a sports-ind
