sidewayz glory by Todd Strasser, Sammy Yuen Jr., CRAIG PHILLIPS Read Free Book Online

cast on, it wasn’t easy for Kennin to get into the BMW. He tossed his crutches in the back, moved the seat back, tilted it, and got in.
    Vrrrrooooooom!
The sedan started with a roar.
    Screeech!
The wheels spun in reverse, leaving tread and smoke as Kennin backed it out of the parking spot, then shifted into forward. He stopped beside Tito and quickly lowered the window. “You coming?”

    â€œAre you insane?!” gasped Tito.
    Kennin started to bring the window back up.
    â€œWait!” Tito suddenly cried, and yanked open the passenger door.

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    the passenger seat, Kennin wheeled the big sedan out of the parking lot and onto the street, just in time to see the yellow ’vette turn a corner up ahead.
    â€œWhat are we doing?” Tito asked, breathing hard.
    â€œFollowing someone.” Kennin made the same turn as the ’vette. Inside the 760Li the instrument panel glowed orange and yellow.
    â€œYou know this thing has a V-12 engine?” Tito asked. “Know what this car costs? Hundred forty grand all in.”
    â€œI’ll keep that in mind,” Kennin said. The ’vette was a block ahead, going through an intersection just as the light turned yellow. Kennin dropped the hammer and the big sedan’s V-12 tapped into its 440 horses and shot forward like a rocket.
    â€œWhoa!” Tito gasped next to him as they were both pressed back into the soft leather seats.
    They sailed through the intersection just as the light turned red. Half a block ahead, the ’vette pulled into a parking lot in front of a dimly lit motel called the Time Out. A flickering red neon sign said VACANCY. It was the kind of place where rooms rented by the hour, and the doors opened directly into the parking lot so visitors could come and go without passing the front desk. Kennin killed the Beemer’s lights and pulled up to the curb.
    â€œThat the guy we’re following?” Tito asked, pointing at the ’vette.
    Kennin nodded. He had a feeling things were about to go from bad to worse. “I wish I had a phone.”
    â€œYou’re in luck.” Tito dug into his pocket and pulled out a shiny new silver flip phone. Kennin didn’t have time to ask where Tito had gotten it, or how he could afford it after losing all his money, He found the slip of paper Leon had given him and quickly punched in the number. He could tell from the way Leon answered that he’d woken him. Kennin apologized and then quickly explained why he’d called. Leon said he’d see what he could do.
    â€œWho’s Leon?” Tito asked as Kennin tossed the phone back to him.
    â€œTell you later,” Kennin said. In the motel parking lot Jack got out of the ’vette and pulled open the passenger door.
    â€œThat’s the guy?” Tito gasped.
    â€œYeah. Why? You know him?” Kennin asked.
    â€œUh, no, no, it’s … just that he looks … I don’t know, like someone you don’t want to mess with.”
    Jack leaned into the passenger side of the ’vette and said something to Shinchou. Kennin couldn’t make out the words, but the tone was angry and forceful. When Shinchou wouldn’t get out of the car, Jack reached in and yanked her out. It took every ounce of Kennin’s self-control not to leap out of the BMW.
    â€œWhoa! What’s that about?” Tito asked.
    Kennin watched with simmering anger as Jack held Shinchou’s arm tightly and led her toward the motel. They stopped under a light while Jack knocked on a door. Shinchou hung her head. The door was opened by a fat guy in a sleeveless T-shirt. He gave Shinchou a quick once-over and then nodded. Jack pushed Kennin’s sister into the room. The door closed. Jack lit a cigarette and strolled back to the ’vette.
    â€œNumber nine,” Kennin said.
    â€œWhat?” said Tito.
    â€œShe went into room number nine.”
    â€œWho is she?”
    â€œMy sister,” Kennin