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Friday, December 7, 2018

F³ WIP Getaway Driver


            The car raced away, slamming me into the door before I could brace myself. Nikki continued to to give her impression of a street racer, tearing into turns and squealing tires. I fumbled my belt on, then took a look at Reese, who was like a doll in the back seat, sliding around, boneless. Her eyes were open, making the effect particularly creepy.
            “Reese! Wake up!”
            Nothing.
            “Your efforts to rouse her can wait until we have secured our escape, Matthew.”
            My eyes went up to the rear window, scanning for signs of another car or even a will o’wisp dancing in pursuit.
            “I don’t see anything,” I told Nikki. “You might want to make us more discreet.”
            “Blend in as it were?”
            “Yeah.”
            “Not easy to do so long as we are in a Lexus in Shoreward.”
            “Yeah, but I don’t think the fae woman is up on which car models belong in which part of town. They can probably hear squealing tires, though.”
            “A valid point.”
            Her driving became more commuter and less racer, and I settled back into my seat.