Sophia was the youngest and most relentless member of the Trike Patrol. While the neighborhood kids zipped by on two-wheelers with training wheels or wobbly skateboards, Sophia commanded a machine of pure, cherry-red purpose: a Schwinn trike, its rear basket bristling with a whistle, a walkie-talkie (currently tuned to static), and a rolled-up map of every storm drain, loose dog, and rickety lemonade stand for three blocks.
“What’s the… uh… what’s the fine?” Leo mumbled. trike patrol sophia top