“Damm it, Chloe! You made me pull over, and now the fucking cops are on our ass!” The Jeep’s tires spun in the muck in the gutter as he stomped the accelerator.
“Oh, my God! Let me out!”
“Shut up!”
Eloy had always prided himself on being able to get himself out of jams, but he had no time to think. And for one of the few times in his life, fear caused a shiver of panic.
The cop car had followed him for a half-mile before they’d turned on the lights and sirens.
“I’m going to find a place for us to bail. When I stop, get out and run and don’t go in the same direction as me.”
He kept turning to try and shake the cop behind him. He was speeding through residential streets at sixty miles per hour.
The black and white stayed with him.
He knew it wouldn’t be long before more cop cars and a helicopter joined the chase. He needed to free himself from these neighborhoods. It was too easy to get penned in.
He popped back out onto a major street and headed south where he made another sharp right-hand turn, tires squealing. Going down another street, he barely missed a vehicle sitting in a left turn lane.
He tuned out Chloe’s screams begging him to stop the car because he was busy trying to drive and not crash while keeping tabs on the helicopter that appeared overhead.