Page 94 of Fanatic

“Okay.” I beamed happily.

Harper and Nitro both snorted, and I glowered.

“Shut up, fuckwits,” Fanatic snapped.

“You owe me one hundred bucks. I told you they’d end up together,” Nitro said to Harper, who scowled.

“Shut it!” the prisoner shouted. “Who cares if they did?”

“Who are you?” I demanded.

“He knows. And him!” The guy nodded at Fanatic and Harper. They both frowned and studied him closer.

“Liars! You stole my race from me!” the man boomed at Harper. “And my pink slip. That car there is mine!”

Harper took a deeper look at him but remained puzzled. “Dude, I know who I race against. I’ve never raced you.”

“You’re a racing car driver?” Lemon asked.

“Street racer, but a legal one,” Harper replied.

“Is there such a thing?” Lemon demanded, amused.

“Yeah. I bought a warehouse district back home, which backs onto an airfield. Cost me a fortune, but it’s paying off now.Working with the governor and other elected officials, we’ve managed to cut down on street racing, and everyone races around my property,” Harper explained.

“Sounds interesting,” Lemon said.

“Works well. It’s off-limits to the public and is the size of a small town, so plenty of streets, bridges and other hazards. All cars are run through a safety check on the day of the race, and drivers tested for drugs and drink beforehand and after. If you ain’t driving, you can party, but not if you’re behind a wheel,” Harper said.

I was impressed; I’d no idea Harper ran something like that. “Bet crime is down.”

“Yeah. The governor is happy the nine-one-one calls about boy racers have cut right down. The police aren’t risking themselves and the public chasing us around and causing damage. There’s no risk to the general public or their property either. And we worked out a scheme where those on community service can come and build shit to help develop the course,” Harper added.

“Shut up! That was my idea, and you stole it. Just like he nicked my engine design!”

Fanatic and Harper’s head snapped around.

“What did you say?” Fanatic asked.

“You stole everything from me,” the man screamed.

“We don’t know his name, but online, he goes by the moniker of Racer1156Winner. He has left loads of death threats and stalked both of us online. Racer1156Winner’s a general menace, and we’ve been searching for his identity for months. The RCPD has all the death threats and everything else he sent me.

“He’s sent me stuff through the post and some unsavoury gifts such as a shit in a box. Human shit as well. They DNA tested that. If it matches Racer1156Winner … But yeah,” Fantic explained.

“Racer1156Winner has done the same to me. Claims I stole his car design and all sorts of crap. Fucker is a blight in our lives,” Harper agreed.

“Arrest and lock him up,” Lemon ordered.

They began marching Racer1156Winner away as he kept screaming.

“You’ll press charges?” Lemon asked.

“Damn right. He tried to shoot Fanatic!” I exclaimed.

“Babe,” Fanatic said, rubbing my arms to soothe me.

“He shot at you. I’m tired of being a target. Do you think he’s the one behind the medication and rape accusation?” I demanded.

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