. The harsh sunlight hit his face, but he didn'

atched the keys to a black Range R

movements were jerky, fueled by pure adren

. His blood roa

voice cut through the nois

whip. She didn't look back. She threw herself into

He sprinted directly across the

fe. Her hands shook violently as she yanked the gear shift into drive. She

ed the car. He slammed his open pal

. She hit the brakes out of pure

r handle and yanked it, but the automatic locks had already

. The dark window tint hid her face,

eyes were bloodshot. The veins in his neck bulged. H

ed in iron bands. She bit down on her lower lip, tasting b

ly. The valet attendant ran over, waving his arm

ond. She sucked in a lungful of air and

ce ripped the door handle from Griffi

knuckles. She stared straight ahead, merging v

ng in the middle of the driveway. He pulled his phone

izing her li

the next lane, cutting off a sedan, and to

of Manhattan, taking random turns to

wn until she hit t

apped her face, drying the cold sweat that soaked her

riffin had the plate number. The hunt ha