Carlota’s POV
I went back to the corner where I had hidden my bike. I placed the small device on the seat, just a tiny thing that would let us talk during the race.
“I need to take it back before he figures it out,” I muttered, staring at it. I shouldn’t even trust anyone, I know how these things end.
I checked the garage entrance again to be sure no one was watching, then I slipped out, leaving the bike exactly the way it was.
By the time I walked back into the garage in my normal work uniform, he was still there. He didn’t even notice me at first. He was mumbling to himself, pacing with his hands behind his back like some old man.
He had the bike parts laid out and the mysterious lady’s bike still hidden behind the garage. He stood there connecting small wires together, shaking his
