The front wheel turned freely. Now it was just a matter of getting the motorcycle started. That was simplicity itself, but every second she took meant that Baby was getting farther and farther away.
Harper groped under the carbon fiber cover near the ignition, finding where the wires of the electrical system ended in plugs that slotted into each other. She pulled apart the one that went to the ignition. All she needed now was a wire to short it out.
She separated a single wire from its bundle and flicked her pocket knife open with her thumb. In a few seconds, she had a short length of wire, the plastic housing stripped from the ends, and the motorcycle's left turn signal was toast. She slid the wire securely into the slots on the ignition plug, and several symbols on the dash lit up.
Bingo.
She raised the kickstand with the back of her ankle boot and checked the kill switch. Shifting to neutral, she pulled the clutch and hit the starter. The engine roared to life.
She gave the empty road in front of her a grim smile as she eased up on the clutch and shifted into first.
Hold on, Baby. I'm coming for you.
And that bastard Levi was going to learn a lesson. Bad boy or not, no one messed with Baby.
The motorcycle leaped forward.