By the time they arrived back at the YMCA—skidding to a halt behind a stand of newly materialized cycad trees—the girl had taken refuge beneath a nearby pickup ... and the rex, having managed to puncture the roof of the school bus with its teeth, was beginning to peel back the metal.
“Here’s the plan, baby—I’m not saying it’s a good one,” said Sammy, and put out the kickstand. “But I know you can ride a little, right? So here’s the deal: Get the girl and put her on the back of the bike, then make tracks for DJ’s as fast as you can. I’m going to commandeer that bus.”
“I can just barely ride, and you know it,” said Annie. “Just please, for the love of God, get us out of here.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Annie.” He took off his helmet and dropped it to the ground, moving to get off the b
