“Who are the others?” I wonder. Mateo leans between the seats. “Les, Ryder, Gage, and Leo,” he answers. “They taught Leo to ride not too long ago.” “Les can ride, too?” Evander chuckles. “Just wait until you see them at the Games, pequena reina.” Hart follows the bikes into an abandoned airstrip and laughs. “I can’t believe they do this right under the cops noses.”
