, Frank Baxter gave a sharp nod. The guards released their grip o
was pressed flat against the rusted chain-link fence right next toace 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
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