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going to happen here. It was called the Beltway for a reason, and I was shifting, breaking, and accelerating like a pro. Revved the bike and zipped us through traffic. It was time to get back to the Bentley.
    â€œIf I apologize will you slow down and let me off?” Christopher shouted.
    â€œNo.”
    Other than my being slightly nervous that we weren’t in gear, wishing there were no such things as flying insects, and being ever so thankful that Christopher had gotten my sunglasses onto my face, the ride was pretty fun.
    We reached the Bentley and I was able to safely pull over next to it. Just in time to hear sirens.
    As we got off the bike and I managed to get the kickstand down and not drop the bike to the ground, three police cars pulled up. Len, Kyle, and Culver all stood up—apparently they’d been hiding behind the Bentley which, since it was essentially off the highway, made some kind of sense. Not tons of sense, but some.
    â€œLet me do the talking,” I said to Christopher. “And definitely keep your hands where they can see them.”
    A squad car door opened, but no one got out. Well, no one human.
    A giant German Shepherd bounded toward us, barking his head off. Then he jumped at me.

CHAPTER 10
    I CAUGHT THE DOG and gave him a big hug while he licked my face. “Prince! Kitty’s so glad to see you! How’s my favorite officer of the law?”
    Prince was great, thank you very much, and really happy to see me, too. He was also relieved I was okay. Prince was the greatest.
    Two other dogs joined us for their lovies and praise. “Duke, Riley, good dogs! Where’s Officers Moe, Larry, and Curly?” They were Larry’s and Curly’s dogs, respectively, so they should know where their handlers were.
    Much barking ensued, to share that, naturally, their handlers were getting out of their squad cars.
    When we’d first met the K-9 squad, during Operation Assassination, I’d nicknamed these dogs’ owner-handlers after the Three Stooges. Moe’s real name was Herman Melville, because he had literary parents who’d never been to a playground, apparently, and he didn’t care for my calling him Moe. Since we’d become good friends, I’d stopped calling him that. To his face.
    â€œI hate that nickname,” Officer Melville said as he joined us.
    â€œYour buddies are good with being Officers Larry and Curly.”
    â€œThey like you better than I do.”
    Possibly true. At any rate, I had no idea what Larry and Curly’s real names were. Possibly really Larry and Curly. No one had ever said and I’d never asked. And I wasn’t going to break that streak today, either.
    â€œDid anyone catch the woman who tried to kill us?” I asked now.
    â€œNo.” Melville sounded pissed. “Your car chase and subsequent motorcycle joyride caused enough havoc that we lost her.” He went over to Culver and the boys. “You three alright?”
    Culver nodded. “Our driver was very good.”
    â€œAnd we were lucky,” Len said.
    â€œWe need to pull the arrows.” Kyle pointed to the tires that had arrows sticking out of what was left of them. “Just in case we can get evidence off of them.”
    â€œShe’s human. No A-C could ride a motorcycle, and she didn’t hit like an A-C or an android.”
    â€œShe’s new,” Melville said. “What with the attack on two politicians already, we’ve contacted all international law enforcement, including Interpol. There’s no criminal footprint like this out there.”
    â€œShe’s making a hell of a splash,” Officer Larry added. “It’s been sheer luck that no one’s ended up dead.”
    Christopher and I looked at each other. “I don’t believe in luck like that,” I said slowly. “Especially because we’re talking someone trained enough to have taken out a car going at top speed. And