Chapter 18

The Tahoe moved through the lot like a shark circling.

“Stick to the story.”

Behind them, an engine roared, followed by the scrape of metal as a car jumped the curb and then stopped in-between them and the Tahoe. Vic leaned down, opening the Chevelle’s passenger door. “Get in.”

Merrick opened the back door for Grant. “Come on.”

As they slid into the seats and then reached to close the doors, Vic floored it. With tires spinning, he took off, jumped the curb again, and then headed into traffic.

“They’re following.”

“Not for long.” Vic accelerated, beginning to leave the Feds behind.

While Vic would get them away from the cops, Merrick wasn’t so sure it’d be in one piece. He’d been on too many escape runs with Vic. He glanced at Grant. “Put your seatbelt on.”

“My God, I’ve missed this!” Vic patted Merrick on the shoulder. “How the hell are you?”8