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We hit the ground running and took off across the lawn toward the parking lot that surrounded the grass. I glanced over my shoulder. The officers leapt through the hole in the window and raced after us. They were just a little faster.
“We have. . .a problem!” I gasped.
Orion looked over his shoulder and frowned. “I see what you mean.” He pulled me into his arms and picked up speed. The officers didn’t gain any more ground between us, but we weren’t losing them.
We sped across the black pavement and yellow lines, and into the depths of the town. Orion slid into the nearest alley and ran down the dirt path. He pulled something out of his pocket and dropped a leather bag into my lap. The top was closed with a thick mess of string.
“Open the string and toss the bag over my sho
