Chapter 27

Sorensen started, “Will—”

He hit the END button, disconnecting the call. He wouldn’t fuck this one up, he swore silently.

Corey’s directive echoed in his mind—follow me.The hustler’s voice rang through Will as he gunned his motor; his car leapt from the curb and peeled around the corner, tires squealing into the night. Will ignored the horn that sounded behind him as he slid into place behind Grantland’s car. Through the station wagon’s dusty rear window, he could see his fellow officer stretch an arm around Corey’s seat and he had to consciously ease off the gas to keep from ramming into the back of the car.

Pull over, he prayed. He wasn’t losing this time. Not his badge, not his case, and sure as hell not Corey.

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