“We better stay by the water, Rico. The moon will make it bright enough for us to see. They won’t think of looking for us out there. It’s cold, so there shouldn’t be anyone by the lake this time of year.” She crosses her fingers in the dark.
Rico leads Caesar toward the shore, letting the horse choose his steps carefully. As the sky slowly melts from pink to gray, the tree trunks glisten in the moonlight, helping the fugitives blend into the shadows. At last they reach the edge of the water where the deserted bike path becomes easier to follow. As the lights twinkle on in the skyscrapers ahead, Maxzyne is glad to be heading in the direction of the city.
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