ear.
âThese guys are okay,â Eyhab said to the man blocking our path, who immediately stood aside.
âAlex,â said Rob, âthis is Eyhab.â
âGood to meet you, Mr. Police Car Man!â
At any other time and place Eyhab and his entourage would have been the most bizarre people in the room, yet among all the Gumballers Iâd seen or met in the last few days, they were by farâfrom the instant weâd metâthe warmest, most unintentionally hilarious, and human.
âAnd,â Rob said, âthis is Mike.â
âA pleasure,â said Mike.
âAnd this,â I said, âis Maher. My copilot.â
âI heard,â Maher said to Eyhab, âyou brought a couple of cars.â
âIâm driving the Murcielago, my girlfriendâs taking the 360 with Jess.â
âNice,â Maher and I said in unplanned unison.
âRob and Mike,â said Eyhab, âare in charge of logistics and support.â
âHigh-speed support,â said Rob.
âLincoln Navigator,â said Mike.
âI heard you two,â Eyhab said as his grin further widened, âare in that Polizei M5.â
âYou,â I said âare the first person who actually pronounced it correctly.â
âWeâre the good guys,â said Eyhab, âso please donât pull us over.â
Oh. My. God.
The whole point of Team Polizei was to confuse and/or amuse real cops so as to avoid tickets or jail time. But if Eyhab actually thought we might use our police lights on himâ we could actually use the lights as an offensive weapon on other Gumballers. It might not work in daylight, but at nightâ¦theyâd never know if the flashing lights behind them were real or my StuttgartAutobahnVerfolgungAchtungPolizei M5 .
Theyâd have to slow down every time, just in case. We might even be able to pull one over if we used the PA system.
But weâd lose valuable time. Better just to pass anyone who fell for it.
âDonât worry,â I said, âyou guys are safe.â
âIâd like a water. Care to join us at the bar?â Eyhab may have looked exactly like the poster boy for Gumballer playboy, but he wanted a water. Maybe heâs just not drinking tonightâ¦because heâs here to race. He was clearly someone to keep an eye on. Heâd be hard to miss.
âWeâll catch up with you later,â I said, jabbing Maher with my elbow. âTell me what else you learned.â
âRawlings, the cowboy guy in the tricked-out Avalanche, is not as crazy as he looks. I think heâs an ex-cop or fireman who made a bunch of money.â
âHas he seen our car?â
âYeah, but he doesnât know weâre the guys driving it.â
âGood. Letâs go find him.â
Maher led me out onto a terrace packed with at least fifty Gumballers. Even in my suit I shivered against the brisk evening air. Near the ledge a bare arm raised a beer bottle over a cowboy hat. âI see him,â I said, and began slowly and politely inching toward our quarry.
â That blondeââMaher leaned closer to me and nodded at a tall woman in her late thirties, in tight jeans and a low-cut T-shirtââis his wife. I heard them talking about their kids. Sheâs also his copilot.â
That might meanâeven if he was as serious about racing as his preparations suggestedâhe might back off in the critical moment of commitment that was the difference between first place and second.
âInteresting. Who are the guys with him?â
âThe one on the rightââa boyish thirtysomething with professionally cut yet shaggy dirty-blond hair and expensive-looking tinted glassesââis Dennis Collins.â
âCollins have kids?â
âIâm not a mind reader,â said Maher.
I watched Rawlings jab Dennis in the arm. âThey seem to know each other.â
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