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Chapter 393

We haven't even made it across the road when the silence is broken by the last sound any of us could have expected to hear—the roar of throbbing motors.

I have no idea what kind of engines are making the clamor, but it’s far louder and more powerful than the noise generated by the boat we just rode on across the bay. And it’s getting louder by the second.

“Motorcycles!” Sergeant Moss shouts. “Coming this way.”

None of us Miracles has ever seen a working motorcycle, but the sergeant is certainly old enough to recognize the sound. I wouldn’t doubt that he rode one in his younger years, either. He seems like that kind of guy. I catch myself holding my breath, wondering whether the riders are human—or something else.

Dad recognizes the sound as well. “Get out of the road!” he orders. “Now!”

We race across the street. There’s no time to get any farther than the sidewalk

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