Page 27 of Last Resort

“Are we there yet?” her sweet, sleepy voice asked.

As much as he hated to do it, she needed the truth. “We’re being followed.”

Her head jerked up. “What do we do?”

He dialed Weston on the car’s speakerphone. “We’re okay. Just stay low.”

“What’s wrong?” Weston answered his phone with the question.

Chance rattled off their location. “Black sedan is following us. As soon as I spotted them I headed toward Stella’s place to keep them on us.”

“On our way.” Chance could hear the squeal of tires as Weston spun his car around. “Luke is with me.”

“I need to get Maci into the apartment. I want to take this on the offensive.”

Maybe it could all end tonight. There was nothing Chance wanted more.

“I’ll just stay in the car with you,” she said. “You don’t have to drop me off.”

“No.” There was absolutely no damned way. If this turned into something ugly, he didn’t want her anywhere around it.

He slowed down just slightly to buy them more time. A few lights later he turned again and the car followed.

“We’re blocks behind you,” Weston said. “Luke sees the sedan. They’re definitely following you. We’ll block them while you drop her off.”

A few moments later, Weston smoothly cut around and in front of the sedan, blocking its view just as Stella’s building came up on the right.

He looked over at Maci as he stopped the car. “Run inside. Don’t stop for anyone. Get into the apartment and lock the door. We’ll be back as soon as we can.”

Thankfully, she didn’t argue. “Be careful.”

Chance watched until the doorman let her in the building, then pulled away fast. He got a glimpse of the black sedan as it sped past his brothers’ car, and watched them lurch after it.

“I think they’re on to us. They’re speeding up.” Weston told him. “We’re heading south on Market.”

“Stay with them. I’ll be caught up to you in less than a minute.”

“Damn it,” Luke said. “They just turned south on Fourth, heading toward the interstate. They’re trying to lose us.”

Chance was less than three blocks away. He jerked the wheel in a sharp right into an alley, hoping it would allow him to gain speed and cut off the sedan. “I’m coming in hot from the east in a parallel alley.”

“What’s your plan?” Weston asked.

“Get in front of them and make them stop.”

“That’s a terrible plan,” Luke and Weston said at the same time.

It was the only one he had.

He gunned the engine and pulled out of the alley. He’d done it—the sedan was speeding toward him.

“We see you!” Luke yelled.

They were now in the more industrial section of town, which worked to Chance’s advantage—there was little other traffic at this time of night. He positioned his car in the middle of the street so there was no way to go around it, then got out.

He spared a moment to wonder if they’d try to ram his car, but the car slammed to a halt instead. Chance’s brief flare of relief died when not one but two doors opened, the people inside the car bailing and running in opposite directions.

Luke and Weston squealed up behind them.

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