Free Sneak (Swipe Series) by Evan Angler Page B

his bike behind them.
    “Is it a raid?” Logan asked.
    “It’s definitely DOME,” Andrew said. “But I’ve been through street cleanings—and this ain’t no raid. They’re looking for someone.” He glanced at Logan now, and it didn’t make Logan feel any better, how nervous Andrew looked.

    The two of them ran until the underpass was far behind them.
    “I’m sorry about this,” Andrew said.
    “Are you kidding? You’re saving my life.”
    They stood catching their breath in the open space of an old intersection. Four stoplights lay across the ground on dead wires, giving no signal. All around them the moon shone off shards of broken windows, a dozen sharp reflections lighting the road.
    “Do you hear footsteps?” Logan asked.
    “No . . . ,” Andrew said. “We’re safe.”
    “I think I can make it from here. I’ve got my bike . . .”
    But at the intersection one block away, two men stepped out from behind an old brownstone.
    DOME.
    “Couldn’t risk bringing them right to the underpass,” Andrew said. “Too dangerous.”
    Logan looked at him, not understanding.
    “Don’t stare at me like that. You’d have done the same to me.”
    “Wait,” Logan said. “ You ? You ratted me out?”
    Andrew glared at him. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done to us, Logan? Things weren’t great before you went and made DOME so angry, but they weren’t awful either.” He shook his head. “They don’t care anymore who they hurt or how many families they tear apart—they’re going to find you.” Andrew looked down now, at his feet. “And it might as well be in exchange for my immunity.”
    “You and Bridget . . . you were working with her all along . . .”
    Andrew laughed. “Bridget had nothing to do with this. She liked you. End of story.”
    “I trusted you!” Logan said. “You set me up!”
    And Andrew couldn’t even respond before Logan was on his bicycle and gone.

    Logan pedaled fast, squinting and struggling to keep his bike balanced on the busted streets in the dead of night. Somewhere in the distance behind him, Andrew was yelling. And Logan knew DOME couldn’t be much farther behind.
    It was lucky that the chase didn’t last long. Another few blocks and Logan would surely have crashed. But instead, a woman leaped out in front of him, and Logan slammed on the brakes, skidding gracelessly into an old trash bin.
    DOME was far enough behind that they couldn’t be seen, so Logan picked himself up and waited anxiously for the woman to speak.
    But she didn’t speak. Instead, she came forward and lowered her scarf.
    And she didn’t have to say a word for Logan to be the happiest fugitive in the world.
    It was Hailey Phoenix. She’d come for him.
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    There wasn’t much time. Hailey tossed Logan’s bike into the shadows and dragged Logan down the city block. She shoved a peacoat, scarf, and fedora into his arms. “Put these on,” she said. “Stand up straight. And hope they don’t get too close.”
    “Hailey, where’d you get these?”
    “Never mind that,” Hailey hissed.
    “Marks up where we can see them!” DOME shouted.
    Logan stared helplessly at the men at the end of the block. “Hailey— what now ?”
    “Just act natural,” Hailey whispered.
    “ Marks where we can see them! ” DOME repeated, standing now in the light at the end of the block. “ Right now! ”
    Hailey raised both arms up high, holding the sleeves of her jacket as casually as possible so as not to reveal her wrist. Logan was hyperventilating now, but he managed to do the same.
    The DOME officers walked toward them with their guns drawn, the green laser sights dancing on Logan’s and Hailey’s jackets. But they stayed on the opposite side of the street.
    “We’re very lost,” Hailey said, dropping her voice and not missing a beat. “We were taking the late train into New Chicago. I’m afraid we got off a stop too soon.”
    “Train doesn’t stop in the Ruined Sector, ma’am.”
    “Is that