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“Throttle won!” Sparks jumped up and down, then darted from the pit garage to the field.
Charley smiled with relief. Nothing happened; everyone was wrong, including herself. This race wasn’t cursed. She packed her tools. The guys will want to party hearty and she could meet them at the winner’s circle and leave without any waiting.
She heard footsteps in boots behind her. Before she could turn around, a fist hit her head and shoulder. Lights exploded behind her eyes and she fell to the floor.
Throttle didn’t think the line of congratulators and hand shakers would ever end. The other racers laughed off his win. “Just for charity; glad you ain’t on the circuit” seemed to be the common refrain.
Sparks exploded through the line. “You won!” He leaped.
Throttle caught him and put the kid down on the ground before his back gave out. “Where’s Charley?”
“I left her at the pit.” Sparks sobered. “I shouldn’t have.”
“You go get your dad and Vinnie. I’ll get Charley.” It’s fine, go.” Sparks disappeared into the crowd.
Kormic spoke from his left side. “Throttle, we need you in the winner’s circle.”
“And I need Charley. It’ll just take a second.” He revved his bike and people around him finally moved. He drove across the field to their pit.
The garage bay was empty and the metal door at the end stood open. “Charley?” Throttle dismounted and headed to the unlit corridor beyond the doorway. “Babe, where are you?” He poked his head through the opening.
Something whistled through the air and came down on his helmet. He was driven to the floor by the blow and the world went black.
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