I went back to the corner where I had hidden my bike. I placed the small device on the seat, just a tiny thing that would let us talk during the race.

“I need to take it back before he figures it out,” I muttered, staring at it. I shouldn’t even trust anyone, I know how these things end.

I checked the garage entrance again to be sure no one was watching, then I slipped out, leaving the bike exactly the way it was.

By the time I walked back into the garage in my normal work ...