I slid through the celebrating crowd like a ghost, keeping my helmet on and my head down. Spectators were cheering and shouting, but I couldn't afford to stop and bask in the victory. The prize money would come later - I'd read the details on the registration site about how winners collected their earnings through encrypted channels.
"Anonymous! Anonymous!" people were chanting, but I kept moving.
"Where's she going?" someone called out. "Doesn't she want to celebrate?"
"Must be the heat," another voice replied. "Smart to get out before the cops show up in force."
Speaking of cops, I thought as I heard the wail of sirens getting closer to the celebration area.
The spectators were already scattering, following the unwritten rule of underground racing - when the police arrive, everyone
