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Story: Tenderfoot

She slammed on the brakes.
My seatbelt bit into my chest as my head thrashed forward and back.
Cars around us swerved and honked.
“What’s going on?” I asked as she whipped us into the left lane.
“Call Luna. Tell her to circle back.” Then suddenly she was screaming, “Circle back! Circle back! Someone just forced Gabe into a right turn!”
I got out my phone and then nearly dropped it when Raye swung a uey in the middle of the street, more cars swerved and honked at her, regardless of the fact that, in Phoenix, a city that refused to shirk off the mantle of the Wild West, this maneuver was pretty standard.
She raced back the way we came.
Jess answered Luna’s phone, and I put it on speaker.
“What’s happening?” she asked.
“Some—”
I stopped talking because I had to lean with the car and try not to scream, because Raye cut a left turn at high speed right through traffic.
More tires screeching, more horns blowing, but by some miracle, we made it through.
“What the fuck is going on!” Jess shouted.
She’d seen us.
“Someone cut off Gabe and Cap. Forced them into a right turn,” I explained. “We’re following them.”
Willow’s hand went between our seats from the back, her finger pointing.
“There they are!” she cried. “They took another right.”
“Circle back,” I said to Jess as Raye’s phone started ringing.
She dug it out and tossed it to me.
I caught it, looked at it, and it said Caveman Calling.
Okay, that took it to another level. Seriously, she was really pissed about that caveman stuff.
I took the call, again on speaker, and said a shaky, “Hey, Cap. You’re on speaker.”
“Do not follow us,” he ordered. “Go straight to Titus’s.”
“Fuck that!” Raye yelled.
“Honey, listen to me,” Cap said. “We’re closest to his place. Titus knows we’re coming. He’s preparing. We’re gonna lead whoever this is there and do a takedown. Go to Titus’s.”
“Are you fucking with me?” Raye asked.
“Would I do that?’ Cap asked back.
“If you thought it would get me safe, yes!” she shouted.
“I’m not doing that. Go to Titus’s,” Cap said in a brook-no-argument tone.
“Why are they after you guys?” Raye demanded.

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