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of Colt as they took off hard, the rattle of wheels and the slap of feet on the pavement rising all around them. Olivia dug in and pushed, leaning so hard on her handle that she was running with her body at a forty-five-degree angle, her toes digging into the asphalt as she and Daisy shot forward.
    She kept her eyes on the road ahead of them, not daring to shift her focus until they had pulled past the three blind mice and swerved around the first group of red-shirted frat boys. Only when she could hear the majority of the racers trundling along behind them, did she turn her head, taking in the competition.
    The frat boys in the blue shirts were out in front of them, along with the LLPD’s championship team, a male and female team from the cross-country club, and burly out-of-towners who looked like they might do some lumberjacking in their spare time. But the others weren’t that far ahead and the lumberjacks were already slowing after a gung-ho start. She and Daisy were holding their own, Daisy making up for her lack of training with sheer, stubborn Brody determination.
    They crossed the starting line the first time only seconds behind the other leading teams and Colt vaulted out of the coffin. Before Olivia could make a move, Colt had swung her up in his arms, deposited her in his place, and was urging Daisy on as they pulled out for a second lap.
    Olivia clung to the sides of the rattling wooden crate, concentrating on catching her breath as Colt and Daisy careened down the road, taking her up to a much faster cruising speed than she and Daisy had managed the first time around. By the time they rounded the first corner—on two wheels, making Olivia squeal and squeeze her eyes shut until she felt the coffin steady beneath her—they were even with the blue-shirted frat boys and hot on the heels of the LLPD and cross-country teams.
    During the next straight stretch, Colt and Daisy poured on the speed, pulling ahead of the frat boys and passing the cross-country team on their right. By the time they reached the starting line again, they were grinding to a stop right beside the LLPD.
    But the policemen already had their third man in position and were poised to take off.
    “Arms, Liv,” Colt barked. Olivia held out her arms and Colt worked his magic again—swooping her out of the coffin before plucking Daisy up and dropping her in.
    “Go, go, go!” Daisy shouted, panting like she was about to pass out as Colt and Olivia launched into motion.
    Olivia dug her toes in hard but pushing Daisy was so much easier than pushing Colt. She and Colt sprinted down the road toward the first turn, moving so fast that Daisy bounced up and down in the coffin as she breathlessly shouted encouragement to her teammates and abuse to the police officers barely three feet ahead.
    “Gotta slow on the turn,” Colt panted. “Or she’ll tip over.”
    “Got it,” Olivia said, pulling back as they neared the turn and holding tight to her handlebar as it tried to jerk up into the air.
    This was it. They couldn’t take a turn any faster. That meant they had to pull ahead of the LLPD team on the next straight stretch or they didn’t have a chance.
    “Go, go, go!” Daisy cheered as they hit the straight stretch. “Give it everything you’ve got!”
    Olivia and Colt poured it on, moving so fast Olivia couldn’t think of anything but sucking in her next breath. Her knees trembled and her legs started to feel loose in her hip joints, but still she pushed harder, the sight of swiftly moving legs sliding past in her peripheral vision enough to keep her going. They reached the turn a good six feet ahead of the LLPD team and Olivia dug her heels in, skidding along on the backs of her shoes, keeping the coffin from tipping over on her side as Colt kept them steady around the turn.
    As soon as the left wheels hit the ground again, they were off, straining toward the finish line, crossing over in first place with three seconds to spare.
    “Yes!”