Page 78 of Hunt Me

The agent who ordered her parents killed. The one who’s been watching her for three years.

Now he has her.

“Alexi.” Dmitri’s voice cuts through my spiraling thoughts. “We need a plan beyond ramming them off the road.”

“That is the plan.”

“We can’t risk her in a collision?—”

“Then what do you suggest?” I round on him. “Ask politely for them to pull over?”

The SUVs turn onto Seaport Boulevard. Straight shot to the airfield from here.

We’re running out of time.

“Traffic jam ahead,” Erik announces. “Construction on Seaport Boulevard.”

Perfect. “Get us parallel to them.”

Erik cuts across two lanes, earning a symphony of horns. But he’s good—better than good. We pull alongside the convoy just as they hit the slowdown.

“Now!” I reach for the door handle.

Nikolai’s hand clamps down on my wrist. “Don’t be stupid.”

“Let me?—”

“Look.”

Four more vehicles materialize from side streets, boxing in the convoy. Professional formation. More agents than we can handle in open combat.

They knew we’d come.

“It’s a trap,” Dmitri says quietly.

Morrison’s SUV pulls ahead, forcing a gap between vehicles. The second SUV—Iris’s SUV—accelerates into the opening.

Traffic clears.

They’re moving again.

“Erik—”

“I see it.”

But three of the new vehicles peel off to intercept us. Black sedans, government plates, drivers who know exactly what they’re doing.

“We can’t engage all of them without—” Nikolai starts.

“I don’t care!”

The sedans force us toward the shoulder. Erik fights the wheel, but we’re outmaneuvered. Outgunned. Out-fucking-played.

I watch Iris’s SUV pull away.

“NO!” I wrench at the door handle.

Dmitri grabs me from behind, strong arms pinning mine. “Alexi, stop?—”