I stood in the back of the crowd, keeping my distance but watching every move the anonymous rider made. She'd arrived exactly when Tommy had said she would, and the entire warehouse had erupted into cheers and chants.
There she is. Finally.
I could see her hesitation even through the helmet as she walked through the crowd toward the makeshift stage. Everything about her body language suggested she was uncomfortable with all the attention, but she was handling it well.
"Anonymous! Anonymous!" the crowd chanted around me, but I stayed quiet, focused on studying her every movement.
She's smaller than I expected. Maybe five-foot-six, slender build. Definitely fits the profile.
Tommy was doing his usual showman routine, hyping up the crowd and making a big production out of the prize prese
