Chapter 12Sol and Malaki stepped out of his tiny black car when I arrived at the Chevy factory. Malaki wore long sleeves to hide her Mark and carried a locked case that barely fit inside my storage compartment with my backpack. Mal looked different without her usual twenty pounds of accessories, but she still had all her piercings in. I wheeled my bike inside the factory, once again maneuvering it through narrow rooms and down the stairs I had just walked up, and realized I should have just left the bike in the tunnel. Sol walked behind Mal and I, all of us in tense silence.
“Good luck, you two,” he said when we reached the trapdoor. “I know you’ll make us proud.”
He didn’t follow us into the tunnel, and suddenly it was just Malaki and I alone in the dark.
“All right, get on behind me,”
