Chapter Sixteen
The half-ton of steel and grease howled beneath me. It felt familiar and alien at the same time. Sensations from years ago came flooding back, while the sense of danger was all new.
I cranked the revs and pushed the motorcycle faster and faster. The 1300cc engine ate up the road. Ahead of me, Donnie was whipping between traffic and cutting red lights, his matte-black Harley newer, more nimble. I risked a glance down at my speed. The needle touched fifty—practically warp speed in Manhattan.
Donnie threw his bike into a hard right down Seventh Avenue and tore around a parked dump-truck, sending the city workers scurrying in all directions. I followed closely, weaving between the men and the truck. I flashed past a pair of evening pedestrians on the sidewalk, filming the sp
