“We're f****d. We're f****d!” Shocker said anxiously. She put her palms on her temples. “I'm going back to prison!”
“Not if I can help it!” I told her, barely containing a shout of joy, electrified by the challenge.
She watched me for a moment. “You're psycho!” she accused.
“That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me!”
The front-end bounced as we went over the lawn mowers again, over the fence, tires reverberating high-pitched moans onto the alley pavement. Cops covered both ends, cruisers parked nose-to-nose to block the exits. I grinned, realizing I was temporary insane, pressing the accelerator to the stop, shifting to gain speed. We rocketed down the length of the building, approaching the cop cars with the confidence of an ATV racer heading for a big jump.
It dawned on Shocke
