He blinked at me uncertainly.
“Just go on,” I said, smiling confidently. It reassured him.
I waited a long time. First I waited for Lee to leave the bays, which he finally did to join Marc in working on the truck. I took the coil of rope and started looping the ends. My timing would have to be just right.
When Marc had finished with the truck, the cab went down and the driver walked into the station with Marc and Lee. I tensed, waiting to see if Lee would kill the scheme by returning to his bike. He didn’t, so I scooted in through an open bay door and looped one end of the rope over the big handlebars of Lee’s bike—not Marc’s. I ducked out quickly and wound the other end of the rope around one of the big door handles at the back of the truck. Everything depended on them, which was a lou
