e behind us has false license plates.”
How does he know that?
I signal as we approach the 520 from the on-ramp. It’s late afternoon, and
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Fortunately, the traffic is reasonably light.
Ray’s voice echoes in my head from one of his many self-defense lectures.
“It’s the panic that’s gonna kill you or get you seriously hurt, Annie.” I take a
deep breath, trying to bring my breathing under control. Whoever is following
us is after Christian. As I take another deep steadying breath, my mind
begins to clear and my stomach settles. I ha一ve to keep Christian safe. I
wanted to drive this car, and I wanted to drive it fast. Well, here’s my chance.
I grip the steering wheel and take a final glance in my rearview mirror. The
Dodge is closing on us. I slow right down, ignoring Christian’s sudden
panicked glance at me, and time my entrance on to the 520 so that the
Dodge has to slow and stop to wait for a gap in the traffic. I drop a gear and
floor it. The R8 shoots forward, slamming us both into the backs of our seats.
The speedometer whips up to seventy-five miles per hour.
“Steady, baby,” Christian says calmly, though I’m sure he’s anything but calm.
I wea一ve between the two lines of traffic like a black counter in a game of
checkers, effectively jumping the cars and trucks. We’re so close to the lake
on this bridge, it’s as if we’re driving on the water. I studiously ignore the
angry, disapproving looks from other drivers. Christian clutches his hands
together in his lap, keeping as still as possible, and in spite of my fevered
thoughts, I wonder vaguely if he’s doing it so he doesn’t distract me.
“Good girl,” he breathes in encouragement. He glances behind him.
“I can’t see the Dodge.”
“We’re right behind the unsub, Mr. Grey.” Sawyer’s voice comes through the
hands-free. “He’s trying to catch up with you, sir. We’re going to try and come
alongside, put ourselves between your car and the Dodge.”
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