Chapter Thirty-One
Nasira pointed her bike down the ramp. Jay clung to her as she shot them into the subway station, and she weaved around the commuters to accelerate into the pedestrian tunnel.
‘Legs in,’ Nasira said, aiming for the turnstiles.
She felt his knees behind hers. Hopefully her bike was narrow enough to clear the turnstiles. She aimed directly at one, shattering the plastic barrier. Metal scraped on either side, but they made it through.
She didn’t slow until she saw the escalator ahead. She hoped it would be a flat escalator, like a moving walkway, so she could ride it all the way down. But as they approached it, she could see it was the kind with steps.
Plan B. She hit the rear brake, bringing them to a halt at the top. The escalator carried them down, a wheel on each s
