I could hear the sounds of his keys jingling, and I knew he was about to leave the house.
“I don’t have twenty minutes, Ty. They’re on my tail.”
I heard him slam the door shut, and his boots rapidly clicked on the floor. He was running.
“I’ll try to be there in fifteen minutes,” he replied.
His voice was echoing, and his steps were pounding hard, so I figured he was at the staircase.
“Alright, but please, hurry. I don’t have much time.”
“You owe me an explanation!”
“I know I do. Just go there first,” I said to him, my heart still racing with adrenaline.
I could feel the wind whipping through my hair from my open window. My senses were so heightened that every minute detail seemed etched into my brain like a razor-sharp tattoo.
“How do I find you?” he asked, starting his car.
I heard his engine roar to life.
“You don’t. I find you,” I replied. “Just make sure you get there in fifteen minutes.”
“Copy that.”
After I dared to fly over that ramp, I almost knocked down a drunk who was carelessly crossing the road. Applying the brakes, the car came to a halt mere inches from him.
He glanced at me, staggering with a bottle in his hand.
“Watch it, girl,” he said with a belch and a hiccup. “I might be drunk, but that doesn’t mean that I want to die yet.”
I thought for a moment and decided to ditch the car. I was close to the meeting point with Ty, anyway, and I could finish up on foot. They could be tracking the car, so I had to leave it there.
The door opened, and I dashed out, rushing away from it.
“Hey! You left your car!” the drunk said to me.
“It’s all yours, buddy!” I replied without turning back.
“For real?” He laughed and got inside. “The girl gifted me a car!”
I knew it was wrong to let him drive that car in his drunken state—he could have an accident and die—but then again, I had my own problems to deal with. Besides, if he survived, the car would be in motion, and Daniil would think it was me, and he would chase after the car. By the time he would find out that I’d played him again, I would’ve already gotten away with Tyler.
Getting to the spot, I saw him standing outside his car, tossing nervous glances over his shoulder.
I crossed the road between us and rushed up to him.
“Oh my, it is you,” he said, embracing me.
The drunk guy was passing by in the car; he saw Tyler and me and waved.
“Thanks for the ride!” he called out.
Tyler frowned. “What’s that about?”
“Let’s just get out of here, please. I promise I’ll explain everything once we’re far away from here.”
We rushed into his car, and he drove off.