Tracker slapped his leg and laughed heartily. Then he let out a howl I didn’t think was humanly possible. Bit jumped slightly and relaxed, though she was obviously still a bit tense. The name was starting to make sense.

The cycles settled back on two wheels and sped ahead of us, then stopped in the middle of the road about a quarter of a mile up. Bit frowned. Tracker laid a hand on her forearm. “Gonna be alright, girl, ” he said calmly. I had no clue what this exchange was all about. Didn’t know whether I should pry or not.

I was really starting to feel the effects of the pills and wanted desperately to go back to the comforts of the black void of sleep. And I also knew better. This was something I needed to stay awake for.

I could see the four Riders removing their helmets. There were two males and two females. Tracker was maneuvering himself so that he was sitting in the window of the squad car.

From my vantage point, I could see the .45 tucked into the waistband of his jeans.