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guess.”
    Nevin had worked to cram himself in the gap between the rail and the wall. He hadhis head and one hand—holding the digital camera — sticking up above the railing. The plan was for us to grind the railing and he’d duck down just before we got there. If he timed it right, he’d get some great shots. If he timed it wrong, he’d
take
a great shot—to the side of his head.
    â€œYou want to go first?” I asked.
    â€œHow about if Lisa goes first instead?”
    He gestured behind me and I turned around. Lisa had just rolled around the corner and was skating toward us.
    â€œYou want to do something smart?” Wally said.
    â€œWhat do you mean?”
    â€œJust say hello and don’t ask her why she’s late.”
    â€œI wasn’t going to do that,” I said. Actually that was exactly what I was going to do. “I’m going to make my first run.”
    I dropped the board to the ground, put a foot on it and starting pumping. I needed enough speed to get up on the rail. This first run was going to set the tone for the whole day—for the whole project.
    Closing in on the rail I looked up and saw Nevin, staring through the lens of the camera. I had to just hope he ducked in time. I ollied onto the rail and five-o’ed. I slid the length, hit the end and fell off the board, plowing into the pavement.
    â€œFantastic!” Nevin said. “That was fantastic!”
    I pushed myself up onto my knees. The skin and scabs were torn and I was bleeding. What was a session without a little blood?
    â€œThat wasn’t the way that trick was supposed to end, so it wasn’t that fantastic.”
    â€œIt doesn’t matter how it ended. You have to see how it started. Here, have a look.”
    I walked over to Nevin. Wally and Lisa came over too. He rewound the scene.
    â€œHere, look,” Nevin said.
    The screen showed me skating, then jumping up on the rail, grinding toward the camera at breakneck speed, getting bigger and bigger until the camera dropped and the board blotted everything out. Nevin was right. That was amazing!
    â€œLet me go next,” Wally said.
    He skated over to take up position, and Nevin wedged himself back under the rail. Lisa and I retreated out of the way.
    â€œNice of you to show up,” I said.
    â€œI was thinking about not coming,” she said, “but I didn’t want to let
Wally
down. After all, he’s never let me down.”
    I tried not to say anything. Having Lisa even angrier wasn’t part of the plan.
    â€œWhy don’t you skate the next run?” I suggested.
    â€œSince you’ve already skated and now Wally is skating, I guess it would be my turn.” She dropped her board to the ground, put a foot down and pushed herself away.
    If part of my plan was to get her to talk to me, it really wasn’t working out so far.

Chapter Eight
    â€œWe should call it soon,” Wally said.
    I had to agree. “Maybe make another run or two. There’s not much light left anyway.”
    â€œOr memory,” Nevin said. “I’ve shot a whole bunch of video and more than a hundred pictures.”
    â€œDo you still have some room left?”
    â€œA few minutes.”
    â€œThen let’s use it up and go home.” I started to skate to the top of the slope.
    A car came squealing around the corner.
    â€œSecurity!” Wally screamed.
    I did a quick flip turn and headed back toward Wally and Lisa, who were heading for the hole in the fence.
    Just then, out of nowhere, another security car came spinning around the other corner, heading straight toward me. It was going to hit me!
    The car slammed on its brakes and I leaped up into the air, landing on the hood of the stopped car! My momentum carried me forward and I ran up the windshield, over the roof, down the trunk and leaped to the ground just as my board, which had rolled under the car, came out from the back.
    I jumped onto