hasnât been very nice to me.â
âMaybe thatâs because youâre ahead of him in the standings,â Joe suggested. âFrank and I are in the middle of the pack, but youâve been doing pretty well for yourself. Heâs probably jealous.â
She blushed slightly. âMaybe. Iâve worked hard to get where I am,â she said. âIâve been riding a motorbike nearly all my life.â
âDid your dad get you into it?â Frank asked. âWe heard he used to ride a bit.â
âMostly I developed the interest on my own,â she said. âMy dadâs been helpful . . . sometimes. Other times  . . .â She sighed. âItâs like heâs living out his dreams through me.â
Frank nodded. âThat happens between a lot of parents and kids.â
Elizabeth sighed. âThat doesnât make it any easier,â she said. âI think my dad wants me to win this particular race more than I want to win it myself. He even upgraded my motorcycle.â
âItâs a beautiful bike,â Frank said, admiring the sleek white and yellow machine.
âNot that I donât want to win,â Elizabeth said. Her blue eyes became steely at the thought. âI intend to beat everyone on the courseâincluding both of you. Iâm right behind your friend in the standings.â
âYou mean Jamal?â Joe asked. He checked his updates sheet. âSo you are. Good luck with that.â
âYou donât really mean that,â she scoffed.
Frank and Joe laughed. âWell, it wouldnât hurt to have Jamal taken down a peg or two,â Joe said. âHis confidence is a bit much! Good luck.â
âGood luck to you, too,â she said. âSee you.â With that, she wheeled her bike toward the track.
âDo you think she has a chance?â Joe asked.
âThatâs just what Iâve been wondering,â said an older manâs voice. Asa Goldberg pushed out of thecrowd toward the Hardys. He stepped carefully between the muddy ruts beside the course so as not to soil his nice leather shoes. âThe betting line on Navarro is pretty active.â
âPeople are betting on this race?â Frank said.
âIn Vegas, they bet on anything,â Goldberg said. âI have people out there who wire me the odds. I canât decide who I want to back. The lineâs pretty good on you boys, too.â
âIs that ethical for a sponsor?â Joe asked.
Goldberg shrugged. âI donât see why not. It doesnât change the money Iâm putting up for the competition,â he said. âBesides, having a stake in a race can make watching it more interesting.â
âI thought the thrill of the competition was enough,â Joe said.
âMaybe if youâre actually in the race,â Goldberg said. âBut for folks like me, this benefit is a lot of standing around and glad-handing.â
âIâm sure the Fernandezes can find some work for you if you want to volunteer,â Frank said.
Goldberg gave a look of mock horror. âAnd get my hands dirty?â he asked, examining his fingernails. âI got out of that game a long time ago. If you donât mind, Iâll leave the muddy work to you volunteers.â
âThanks,â Joe said, not really meaning it.
âWell, I gotta be checking out the rest of the competition,â Goldberg said. âYâall race good now, yâhear?â
âWe will,â Frank said. Goldberg ducked back into the crowd once more.
âWhat do you think?â Joe asked after heâd gone. âWill he be betting on us?â
âI doubt it,â Frank said. âWe didnât give him any info to go on. Hey, thereâs Jamal.â
Their friend, smartly dressed in new clean black and red armor, was pushing his motorcycle toward the track starting line. He had his helmet on and looked ready