Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Gray quickly closed his switchblade and slid it into his pocket, in a practiced, fluid motion. How many times had Gray had a weapon on him and I hadn’t known it? Did he have other weapons?
I nodded at the family as they walked by, but clearly, they were wary of what they’d seen.
And then the moment they stepped into an elevator down the way, Colby burst into motion.
He took off running at top speed, rounding the corner and breaking off toward the front lobby. I followed after him fast but Gray kept up next to me, running.
We followed him out the sliding front doors into the chilly night air.
“Over there,” Gray said, pointing toward a car in the lot. “He just got in that white truck. Get in my car.”
“It’s over, Gray.”
“It isn’t over,” he roared, and when he turned to me his eyes were like two blue flames. “Get in my car. Now.”
CHAPTER 16
GRAY
“Christ, what the fuck is going on?” Andrew said from the passenger seat as I gunned my car down the left lane, making sure I kept my eyes trained on the white pickup truck in front of me.
“I’m not going to lose the truck, Peachel,” I said. “And I’m not going to get pulled over, either.”
“Fuck me,” he said. “It’s all over, Gray. Coach is going to find out. He’s going to know everything. What was that?”
An object came flying out from in front of us, suddenly appearing in the pool of light coming from my headlights.
I tilted the wheel fast and swerved my car around it, narrowly missing it. As it whizzed past, it hit the edge of my car, making a tinny sound.
I glared forward, watching the road as I furrowed my brow.
“Holy shit. That was a Thermos. He just threw a metal Thermos at us. Is this guy nuts, Peachel?”
“Didn’t think he was, but I’m learning a lot of new information myself, tonight.”
“Goddamnit. He’s getting off the highway.”
The white truck had swerved toward the exit quickly, hoping I wouldn’t have time to react.
But I had been anticipating a move like that. I reacted fast, knowing that it was safe for me to dart to the right and follow him off the highway.
“Christ,” Andrew said, reaching for the little handle above the window on his side and gripping my thigh with the other. He was braced, and clearly terrified.
“Been a long time since I’ve tailed someone in a car, but we’re going to be okay, Andrew. You have my word.”
“What the fuck do you mean it’s been a long time? You’re telling me you’ve tailed people in car chases before?”
I tracked the white pickup as it turned after the highway exit, and I followed after it.
“The times I’ve done it have all been illegal. This time it isn’t.”
“For fuck’s sake, Gray.”
“It’s not what you think. I started driving at age thirteen, way before I had a real license to drive. Sometimes I’d secretly get in my mom’s old shitty beat-up car and follow after her when she got into men’s vehicles. I never trusted them.”
“You’d drive around as a thirteen-year-old?”
“I did a lot of things I shouldn’t have done when I was a teenager, Andrew. Fuck, he’s heading onto a dirt road.”
I watched as the truck veered off, turning left down a dirt road with no lights on it.
“That isn’t a dirt road,” Andrew told me. “It’s a dirt lot that leads to a field. He’s fucking driving us into a field.”
I sat up a little straighter, putting my foot on the gas pedal. “Then we follow.”
The car bumped beneath us as I turned. It was rough terrain, shaking the whole car.
“You can’t take this car offroad,” Andrew said.
“I can take this anywhere.”
The truck came to a fast stop before I could process what happened.
I heard the crunch of metal before I saw the result of it. I jammed my foot on the brakes, turning my car to the side.
It drifted to one side, narrowly coming to a stop in the field before I hit the edge of the truck.
“He hit something,” I said.
“Holy fuck. They installed concrete pillars at the edge of this lot.”
The front of the white truck was completely crumpled. The moment I realized that Colby wasn’t going to be able to drive off again I bolted out, gunning it for the front of the truck.
He was already trying to run off.
But he wasn’t going to make it.
At the edge of the dirt lot there was a small row of trees. I made my way around one as Colby ran straight through, and I met him on the other side, tackling him to the ground.
I pinned him.
It had been a long time since I’d been in any sort of fight, either, but the instinct would never leave me.
“Delete the fucking video or I break your phone,” I roared at him.