CHAPTER NINE
ALMOST TOO LATE, HE saw Dolfe Honeybun standing at the side of the road up ahead. That bright blond hair was easy to recognize, even from a distance. As Dolfe lifted his hand to flag him down, he threw on the brakes and skidded into a turn, his back tire leaving a black mark on the highway as it almost skipped out from under him.
He threw his weight to bring the bike upright again and revved the engine, shooting away as soon as the surface of his tires grabbed asphalt. He sped back down the highway, away from an angrily bellowing Dolfe, and breathed a sigh of relief that he’d avoided a close call.
He just prayed the man hadn’t recognized him.
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