Page 112 of Finding Fate

Each ring ticks at my nerves. "She's not fucking answering. Speed up. We're too far behind."

"This isn't a damn sports car, Snowflake. I'm going as fast as your piece-of-shit truck will go. Speaking of which, get a new fucking truck. Where the hell is all your money going?"

"I love my truck." I run a loving hand along the sun-bleached dash. "Fucking prick."

"Cheap ass."

"She’s on the move again. Looks like she’s getting back on the highway. Thirty minutes, give or take."

Shit, Pops, I'm coming. Wait for me.

Don't do anything stupid.

I'm coming for you.

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