Page 42 of Fury

He listened to the background noise. “Are you on speaker? Bluetooth?”

Please say yes.

He didn’t need her driving one-handed in the middle of a car chase.

“Speaker.”

Hands-free. Hopefully. That was good. “Tell me where you are and I’ll?—”

“They won’t stop following me! I—agh!”

Her yelp gutted him. “Who? Who’s following you?” Davis grabbed the car keys he’d set on the counter. Tapped his leg on the way to the foyer.

Fury reached the door before him.

Hollyn sobbed. “I don’t know, but I think they’re trying to run me off the road. Is it them?”

Davis slammed the front door behind him. Hoofed it down the front path to the Chevelle.

God, please not her.

Why hadn’t she stayed at the house? Or at least waited for him.

He heard the tires squeal. “Hollyn!” he snapped.

“I’m here.” He hated the way terror clung to every syllable. “I think it is them. It has to be, right? I’m gonna die!” The last word held a tremor.

“You’re not gonna die,” Davis stated firmly. Willed it to be the truth. He couldn’t lose her.

In the backseat, Fury panted, amped up, ready for action.

The engine of the SS roared to life when he turned the key. “Where are you?” he asked again, voice tight. Without a twenty on her, he’d just be driving around wasting time. Putting her life in more danger.

“I—I don’t know. We were in town and then—” Her cry-moan cut off her sentence. “He’s getting closer!”

Davis rammed a fist against the steering wheel. “Baby, give me something.” He didn’t have time to wonder where the intimate moniker came from. “Anything. A landmark. A freaking piece of trash on the ground!” Did she really not know a single road name after living here so long?

“I’m . . . I’m . . . ” Her voice sounded distracted. “I’m driving along the ocean.”

Better than nothing, but he still needed more.

“Going which direction?”

“I don’t know!”

Davis shoved down his irritation. She was doing the best she could. “Is the ocean on your left or right?”

“Right.”

Heading south.

“I don’t see a road name. The last sign I saw was Al Mahdar Street, but then the road turned and I couldn’t stop in time, so I went straight. It’s a dirt road.” She finished the sentence words on top of each other.

Dirt? Not good. Davis clamped down on a curse as he thumbed the map on his phone. None of the cars from the garage were made for off-roading. He found Al Mahdar. Switched to satellite view to get a sense of the terrain. Zoomed in. “Any city buildings around you?”

“Only industrial. Most of them are behind me now. There’s something up ahead.”

Out of town then. Check.

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