Page 111 of Racing Hearts

I hit my speaker, and Sky’s voice comes through with a whoop. “He bought it.”

“Where are we going?” Lally asks through the phone.

“We are going to Evan. She has him, and we can’t waste time,” I reply.

“Um, and what about the crazy killer chasing us?”

I spin in the middle of the street and gun it as I grip the wheel, my face contorted with anger. “We follow the plan. It will work,” I say, hoping I’m right.

I drift around the next corner, watching him try to keep up. “He’s a fool.” I smirk. “These streets are mine. Let’s show him that.”

“Outsmarting a serial killer, who would have thought?” Skylar laughs, feeling the high like we always do.

“He’s fucking crazy,” Bones mutters.

“Aren’t we all, my pretty, tattooed boy,” he flirts as Bones rolls his eyes and climbs into my passenger seat from the back.

“Anything?” I ask, his phone clutched in his hand.

“They are still inside. I called reinforcements.” He grins. “We aren’t just a secret society for parties, you know.”

Nodding, I glance back to see the creep gaining on us, so I push my car to its limits, the engine revving.

“Let’s see if you can keep up, old man,” Skylar teases as I hear his sirens.

“Sky.” Alice sighs, switching them off. “Drive safely, Alek. I know you race for money, but this is different?—”

I glance down at my phone, even as I spin around the next corner. “You know?”

“Of course I know. I’m not an idiot. You’re an adult. So as long as you come home in one piece, that’s all that matters.”

“You little brat,” I snap.

“Not the time for this discussion,” Skylar reminds us.

“Right. Serial killer. We’ll finish this later,” I mutter as I take the next corner faster than I should. Bones swears and grabs the handle, but he doesn’t look away from the camera on his phone, keeping an eye on my man for me.

“Three streets out,” Sky offers as I hear him gunning it.

“Five,” I reply as I speed over a hump. We get some air and then land with a crash, racing forward. “He’s still behind me.”

“This better work,” Bones mutters. “What about his gun?”

I don’t have anything to say to that, and he groans as the road signs pass us.

“One street.”

“I’m there,” Sky warns.

I turn onto the flat, quiet road. It’s a long stretch with a hill to the right and a cliff to the left, which is exactly what I need, and it’s our usual racing strip, one we know better than our own hands.

I shoot forward before hitting the brakes and spinning the wheel. We turn, and he has no choice but to brake as I slide to a stop sideways across the road, blocking him.

Getting out, I pull the gun I stole from my waistband and aim it through the windshield. I fire once in warning, and he tries to back away, but Sky shoots out, blocking the road behind him.

He’s trapped as they get out, and we surround the car.

Ford is armed, but it’s now or never.

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