Fuck. Dana looked around the neighborhood they were in, and grabbed Lily by the hand and led her out into the street. Even though it was an older neighborhood, she was certain that several of the houses had video doorbells, and it would be easy to look through motion logs of such devices. "They probably know where I parked the bike."

"Well, that's easy. Tick Tock can just bail on the bike and—"

"No." Dana stopped moving. "The bike comes too."

"Be reasonable."

"I am being reasonable." The bike had been Alex's, and Dana had spent the last year fixing up her dead girlfriend's bike. It was the only link...