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With a swift push of the clutch, I slide it into first gear. I zoom away, the automatic garage door rises, and the street opens up. The tires scream as I peel out of the parking garage, hanging my hand out the window with a middle finger blazing. I leave rubber andsmoke in my wake. My only regret is not getting to see my dear cousin’s reaction when he watches the replay of that video.
I steal a glance in the rearview mirror and scan for anyone following me. In the back seat are my two duffel bags. One’s crammed with clothes; the other is filled with weapons and ammo. I can never be too careful in this game.
Right now, I’m searching for trouble, and it’s spelled H-A-R-P-E-R.
I can already picture her smile, that cocky little grin that says she knows more than I do.
But she doesn’t. Not this time. Not when it comes to Micah. Or what she desperately needs.
Once I’m out of the city, the open road stretches before me. I grip the steering wheel a little tighter, feeling the power surge as I accelerate. The glowing lights fade away, and I drive toward darkness.
Harper can run, but she cannot hide. Not from me.
Oh, I will find her, like I always do.