Page 45 of Montana Falls
Lincoln’s jaw was tight, his eyes locked on the road. “I’ve got him,” he muttered under his breath, swerving around a slower car, barely missing its bumper by inches.
“We know you do.” I had no doubts. Truly. “You’ll chase him and then our girl will get to blow his brains out. Easy.”
“Peasy.” Price added.
The streets were chaos—cars blurring past, lights flashing, the London traffic making every second feel like a fight. But Lincoln was unshakable, focused. This was his element. The way he drove, it was like the car was part of him, moving with the kind of precision and grace most people didn’t even know was possible. It was why I never once thought he’d lose a race. Why I always bet on him.
Why I didn’t so much as flinch when we skimmed past a giant truck, with wheels big enough to crush us all to death.
Misha tapped his keyboard, his voice sharp. “Left here, then follow the signs and take John toward the old army base.”
My head cocked. “Army base? Why?”
“It’s been closed for renovations, but they ran out of funds or something,” Misha explained quickly, his fingers still flying over the keys. “The whole place is practically a ghost town. The ruins near the training grounds are unstable and there are no cameras online, and there is only one way in and out. Plus, the entire place is surrounded by twenty-foot-high electric fences. If we can get John there, he won’t have anywhere to go but through us, and we don’t have to worry about potentially being caught killing him.”
My lips curled into a thin smile. “You really are a boy genius.”
“Thanks,” Misha snorted.
The car swerved hard as Lincoln made a right turn, following Misha’s directions with the kind of speed that shouldhave made my stomach flip. The tires screeched on the damp road, but he kept control, pushing the car to its limits.
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, the adrenaline mixing with anger, with the need to end this once and for all. John had been one step ahead of us for too long, always slipping away, always leaving destruction in his wake. But not tonight. Not this time. Just like Misha had said. We were taking him somewhere he couldn’t run from, somewhere that we could lead him into a trap.
God, I wished I had my rifle again. I missed it.
Another sharp turn came, and I braced myself against the door, my knuckles white as Lincoln pushed the car through a tight lane, barely clearing the bushes on either side. I could hear Sapphire muttering under her breath, probably trying to stay calm enough that she didn’t have the urge to jump out of the moving car, and make a break for it just to be sure she got to John.
I knew my girl had a penchant for throwing herself out of a moving vehicle, and I wasn’t close enough to grab her.
“There it is,” Misha said suddenly, pointing toward the faint glow of lights up ahead. “Just past those buildings, there’s an access road that leads straight to the base, and he’ll have no choice but to park and run on foot.”
Lincoln nodded, eyes hard as he pushed the car even faster, the distance between us and John shrinking. “Can I hit him with the car?”
Sapphire nodded. “If you manage. But just in case, everyone get your guns out.” She pulled hers into her hand as she gave her orders.
As we neared the access road, John’s car swerved, almost as if he sensed something was wrong. But it was too late. Lincoln was already on him, pushing him toward the road, cutting off any chance of escape. I could see John’s taillights ahead,weaving as he tried to find a way out, but Lincoln was relentless, keeping him on the path Misha had mapped out.
It was fucking working. Brilliantly. Perfectly…
My eyes were glued to John’s car as it swerved onto the deserted road leading to the old army base Misha had promised, its crumbling buildings barely visible against the sheer amount of scaffolding and tarps on the place. It was old, abandoned and looked like the perfect place for us to finish a gang fight I was eager for.
John’s car suddenly skidded to a halt, the tires kicking up dust and gravel as he realized the road had led him to a dead end. Before we could blink, he shoved the door open, jumping out of the car without even looking back.
“Let’s go!” Sapphire yelled, already throwing open her door just like I’d predicted. Price had obviously had the same thoughts as me because his arms were around her waist, forcing her to wait until we were pulled over.
Lincoln slammed the brakes, and the car screeched to a stop. I was out of the car in a second, my feet hitting the ground hard as I took off after John and Sapphire. She started her sprint the second the car stopped, heading past the first building, into the far worse section of the base, and I only barely caught up with her.
I’d never known she could run so fast. Sofiercely.
The others weren’t far behind us, and we fanned out, covering more ground. I darted left, weaving through the broken bricks and bits of metal piping, my eyes darting around for any sign of movement to show me the way John went. Luckily, I spotted him slipping through a narrow gap between two walls, trying to get away from us just as eagerly as we were chasing him.
I pushed harder, my muscles burning a little as I closed the distance. Sapphire was to my right, almost keeping pace, her eyes locked on the same target.
“There!” I shouted, pointing as John tried to duck behind a collapsed structure.
Sapphire panted, her expression hard as she shot her gun once or twice, skimming the wall beside him. “Someone shoot thependejoin the knee or something!”
We moved in together, closing the gap and shooting in his direction. But before any of us could get more than a single scratch, he bolted, slipping through another small gap in a crumbling wall.
