Jenna shrieked, and then she didn’t have any breath left to yell as Mick tilted the bike down at a reckless angle, seemingly keeping it upright through will power and determination alone, and slid them—bike and all—through a hole in the rock wall she hadn’t even seen. As they went through, the stone edges of the entrance came so close, they tore down the leather arm of the jacket Barbara had loaned her, and a tiny shard scraped at her cheek like a claw reaching out to stop her. There was the sound of yelling behind her and Jenna risked turning her head long enough to see two large and familiar figures pounding down the track after them, with what looked like the flashlight app from a cell phone wavering up and down in the dark. One of them was holding a knife the size of a small sword and the other one was waving a gun around and shouting something threatening in their general direction. Jenna was a lot less worried about the men following them than she was about the fact that Mick was actually riding them through an underground cave on a Yamaha.
