, Frank Baxter gave a sharp nod. The guards released their grip o

was pressed flat against the rusted chain-link fence right next to

ace between the Ferrari and the Porsche. She

vibrating right through Ami's chest cavity. The air grew t

flag sla

hed forward like bul

hair back violently. She instinctively squeezed her eye

already gone, swallowed by the darknes

e track flickered to life, showing a liv

black Ferrari was tearing down a narrow coastal highway built i

approached a notorious section th

e brakes, Jerad yanke

erally scraped the very edge of the cliff where there was no guardra

ng terror grip her throat. She couldn't understand why this

straightaway, Dean aggressively swerved, trying to cli

e made micro-adjustments to the steering wheel,

brakes echoed across the lot. Both car

een flashed. The milliseconds we

ead silence for two seconds befo

His face was twisted in violent rage.

m casually on the steering wheel, his eyes as

of the Ferrari. He screamed over the crow

lights would be completely shut off. Pit

ld be to rely entirely on a passenger sitting in the co

h of a second too late, both the driver and

ough the crowd. This wasn't r

head and looked up at the VIP platform, lock

antically, stumbling backward away from the railing, ma

d Jerad loudly, shouting that Jerad wasn't man

pened his mouth, clearly about t

avering female voice sliced thro

l do

ow caution tape and ducked under it. She walked with st