Chaisi hauled himself up onto the platform and rolled clear just in time — the subway train screamed past, grazing his back as it thundered into the station.
The frozen bite of metal, the wall of hard air it threw out — it felt like something had stripped a layer of flesh clean off his back. If he'd reached back and found half his skull missing, he wouldn't have been the least bit surprised.
He pushed himself up off the ground, breathing hard, as the train gradually shuddered to a stop. In the reflection on the car windows, he was still in one piece.
…He'd always had pretty good luck.
The train departing from this platform rumbled in right on cue, like it had been arranged that way — blocking the police on the other side of the tracks. Even if they tried to follow his lead, they'd have to go the long way around and lose a good chunk of time doing it.
