Manhattan run. With a fuel cell itâd be an excellent endurance racer, and at $35,000 it had 95 percent the performance and handling of the Porsches, Ferraris, and Lamborghinis on Gumball.
Only someone with a limited budgetâ or Franklâs experience âdrove an EVO.
âWhat color?â I said.
âYellow.â Maher shook his head.
A veteran? In a yellow car? âAre you sure?â I said.
âI saw it in the garage.â
âFrankl better pray the cops are color-blind.â
Maybe Frankl wasnât so smart after all. But waitâFrankl was English. He didnât care. Anything short of arrest would have no effect on his license. Frankl was now Polizei Enemy number three.
The Koenigsegg duo walked past.
âI heard that one of the Koenigsegg guys,â I whispered, âsaid to someone he was gonna kick ass, and that someone said, âEven those crazy guys in the police car?â and you know what the Koenigsegg guy said?â
âJust tell me.â
âHe said, âOh, that piece of shit?ââ
Maher nodded. âLetâs just see how far that Koenigsegg makes it.â
There . You see that fortyish redhead in the black leather jacket? Thatâs Alison Cornea. Big Microsoft exec. Rumor is she just got divorced, bought a brand-new M5, and signed up for Gumball. âGray M5, license plate M-TROUBLE . But we still have to find the big drivers. Keep a look out for Kenworthy. I want to know what heâs in. And Kim Schmitz.â
âI heard Schmitz isnât coming,â said Maher. âI heard he was in jail.â
âI think a lot of these guys are gonna be in jail before the weekâs up.â We had $3,500 ready for fines, court fees, lawyer fees, bail, bribery, and as-yet-unknown miscellaneous emergency Gumball expenses. âBut not us, Maher, not us.â
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âDid you hear about the after-party?â said a French-accented girl behind me.
Maher nodded and silently mouthed Letâs go .
This was going to be a long night.
CHAPTER 9
The Eleventh Hour
THURSDAY, APRIL 17, 2003
GUMBALL START DAY
âGood morning, Mr. Roy! This is your eight A.M . wake-up call.â
BEEP BEEP BEEP went the alarm Iâd setâjust in case.
âI hate you, Roy,â Maher groaned, then turned and pulled the pillow over his head.
In the middle of the night, half asleep, I overheard him on the phone describing how good the party had been. On his behalf I reset the alarm for 11 A.M .âenough time for him to complete our research.
Quietly I slipped onâfor the first time since purchaseâmy dark blue Polizei pants with the yellow highway patrol stripes, then a white Polizei officerâs shirt with â144â and âGB3Kâ collar dogs, then a dark blue wool Polizei sweater with German flags on each sleeve. If I was ever going to be beaten up, shot, or arrested, today was the day.
It was time for the M5âs final refuel before that nightâs Gumball flag drop. I presumed everyone would sneak out for one last refuel, if only to avoid traffic jams at what few gas stations lay between the Fairmont and any one of the cityâs exit points Iâd scouted.
The slow, lazy, or hungover might spend the first hour of Gumballâone of the worldâs last true adventuresâwaiting at a gas station.
I stopped before a mirror halfway down the hall to the elevator. I stared at my cleanly shaven head, light pink blotches and streaks where Iâd pressed the razor and pulled in long impatient strokes. I wondered why I alone, bleary-eyed and starving, up at 8 A.M . while the others slept off a historic night of festivities, was rushing out to mitigate a theoretical.
Because I was not one of those people . I might lose my license or insurance. I might lose my car. I might be jailed, crippled or killed, or kill someone else. I might never do this again. I wasnât going to waste time sitting at a
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