Page 45 of Devil's Property

There was a chance one or more of the soldiers had jumped into a vehicle and were following me. I couldn’t allow them to stop me under any circumstances. Not that bringing two knives to a gunfight was going to do me any good. At least the fight was still within me.

Unfortunately, my photographic memory was being clouded by real terror. I struggled with knowing where I was, my reading of Spanish rustier than it should be.

A laugh bubbled to the surface. My entire world as I’d known it was a lie. A big, fat lie. I still couldn’t wrap my head around the concept. Not at all.

Minutes passed, enough I slowed down to a rate under the speed limit. I was close to the city limits, which meant I would finally get lost in the flow of traffic. At least the city limits would provide more coverage than being out in the open.

As I made a turn, a pair of headlights appeared in the distance. I took a quick look over my shoulder, unable to see the vehicle clearly. I didn’t make any changes, taking my time and obeying the law.

When the headlights appeared closer, I scanned the street, trying to remember which way to go. I made a turn, staring into the rearview mirror.

The person behind me made the same turn.

Shit.

A bad feeling swept through me, the terror level I’d felt before returning. The white-knuckle feeling returned, but I was determined not to fall apart.

This was the way into the city. The person behind me could be on his way to work. At whatever time it was. Late. Early. I had no idea at this point.

What I did know was that I couldn’t allow Navarro to capture me again. If he did, not only would I fear his response and actions, but knew in my heart he’d make good on his promise to punish and lock me away.

He was a man who wasn’t used to being challenged.

I made another turn.

So did the other driver.

And another.

When he didn’t make the same turn, I sucked in and held my breath. Perhaps I’d been wrong. However, I didn’t slow down, searching the street for the correct turn. I recognized a building just up ahead and could see the bright lights of the city in the distance.

Soon, I’d be lost in the crowd.

A strange and unsettling feeling swept through me as soon as I made the last turn on my way to some sense of freedom.

Another set of headlights. Or was it the same one?

While the driver was on the correct side of the road, my nerves remained high. I crowded close to the curb, holding my breath as we came close to passing.

Just when I believed I’d made the turn, the driver jerked the steering wheel.

Now he was headed right for me.

CHAPTER 13

Navarro

I’d be damned.

On top of her other skills, Fallon could find herself in the driver’s seat of a racecar. While I’d call her driving skills somewhat reckless, she’d managed to evade several soldiers who were trained to follow and stop anyone attempting to escape.

Maybe I was giving Eduardo’s men way too much credit.

This woman, this beautiful and infuriating, self-assured and reckless woman could eventually get herself killed.

Not by me and certainly not today.

Fallon wasn’t backing down even though I was headed right for her. With a steady foot on the accelerator, she made me believe she was considering running into the SUV. When I’d asked how in the hell had she gotten out of a locked room, let alone steal a Jeep from the garage, Santos didn’t seem to have a freaking clue.