9
Annabel
I crane my head to watch the lights of the cop cars recede behind us. Charlie drives like a madman, guiding the bike down narrow trashcan-lined alleyways. We don’t stop until we’re on a street lined with respectable brick townhouses.
“Think we lost them?”
Charlie shrugs. The wariness hasn’t left his shoulders. With everything that’s happened, I’m running out of shock, but the sight of him lifting the bike like it was a toy is forever burned into my brain.
I guess these super spies eat their Wheaties.
“Why are the cops looking for us?”
“Someone put a bulletin out. I’m burned, you’re probably wanted as an accomplice.”
I let my head sag against his shoulder. He reaches back and squeezes my knee.
“Let’s get to the safehouse. Then we can work on clearing you and your father’s
