Behind them, the cop fumbled with his car keys, which rolled under the back tire of his cruiser. He mumbled something under his breath and dropped to his knees to try and find them. Only when she was sure they’d left him behind did Danya pat Sancho’s neck to get him to slow. “Whoa, buddy!” Sancho slid to a stop, and Danya led him around in a circle, taking in their surroundings. They’d somehow wandered far from Graceland, and Danya wasn’t entirely sure where they were. The buildings here were farther apart, separated by long stretches of trees and grass. Danya slid off Sancho’s back, and together they tried to retrace their steps to Graceland, but no matter where they turned, they couldn’t find the white gates covered with musical instruments again. Instead they wandered aimlessly down crowded sidewalks and past towering buildings. Even worse, there seemed to be police officers and security guards everywhere. Twice Danya saw the flashing blue and red lights of a police cruiser and had to stumble down a narrow alley to hide.
