Chapter Seventeen
It took twenty minutes of careful riding before Donnie Lewis finally eased his bike to a stop. Once my pursuit eased off, he had relaxed, and made a much more leisurely pace through the Midtown tunnel, across the Long Island Expressway and headed into Queens.
I knew because I had followed him the whole way.
I’d never been the fastest rider, or the most gifted. But I’m a persistent bastard at times. I’m also good at tailing someone unnoticed—not an easy feat on a classic motorcycle that sounded quite unlike anything else on the road. I maintained my distance, cut across side streets and ducked into the lengthening shadow of trucks and buses as lights turned to red. Twice I feared Donnie had spotted me, but my luck held.
I knew we couldn’t maintain the deadly game of ch
