anymore.”
“Well, your FBI friends don’t feel the same way.”
“Let me take you in, and I will do everything I can to clear your name.”
“Get out of my way.”
Suddenly a gunshot wrenched through the air, jolting the car.
Maddie screamed in the backseat and hunched down. Roni ducked as well, searching the surroundings for the source.
“Roni, let me in!” Ethan crouched low.
Roni clicked the lock over. Ethan opened the door just enough to jump in, and she took off before he had it closed. She pushed the car to reach its highest speed, climbing up into the hundreds with ease. The long stretch of road in the secluded area gave her a wide range and soon the digital numbers read 160.
“Roni!” Maddie screamed from the backseat.
“Not to worry, Maddie. I do this for a living.”
Ethan gripped his own seat, his head plastered back to his headrest. “I’ve been undercover for a long time, but only now am I fearing for my life.”
“Your choice, Gunn. Shall I pull over so you can get out?”
“I’m supposed to bring you in.”
“Let’s get something straight right now.” She took her eyes off the road long enough to make her point clear. “You are only along for the ride.”
He didn’t seem pleased with that stipulation, but his next words were calmer. “Where are we going?”
“To find out who set me up.”
Ethan looked in his side mirror, indecision on his tight face. “Neither Ramsey nor the FBI are going to just let you go.”
“I’ve already gone,” she stated, but neither of them missed the bouncing headlights gaining on them. The unasked question lingered in the sleek leather cabin.
Which of her pursuers would be the lesser of two evils? Ramsey, who had his operation infiltrated? Or the FBI, who always get their man and wouldn’t take too kindly to being bested today?
SIX
A sidekick.
Ethan bit down on the backs of his teeth, disgruntled at being reduced to Roni Spencer’s sidekick, a passenger along for the ride.
The tables had turned on him faster than her spinout back at Ramsey’s. The woman could have killed him.
But she didn’t.
The racing princess handled this luxury piece of speed with the ease of a bicycle. He shouldn’t be surprised; he’d read her file. He knew everything about her life at the racetrack and her home life. How she’d lost her parents and baby brother to a car fire when she was three that, up until this year, had been deemed an accident. Recent events had proved the family members had been murdered when an order for a hit on the parents caused them to careen off the side of a mountain to their deaths. The whole family should have died, but two of the children survived, left orphaned and...scarred.
Roni’s burn scars matched the ones in her file. He’d studied them on film numerous times, disgusted, not at her, but at the felon doing time who caused them. Ethan would have liked to hunt him down and make him pay with a lot more than time.
“I’ll put my scarf back on as soon as I lose our tail.”
Ethan jerked in his seat, realizing he’d been staring, and judging by the pain in his jaw, he’d been doing so with a look of distaste. He forced himself to relax. “It’s not what you think.”
“Isn’t it? I know they’re ugly. But I’m used to them, and you’re not. I get it. You did well back in the dining room to hide your shock and repulsion. Better than Ramsey, that’s for sure. I keep them covered so people can be relaxed around me and not have to find something else in the room to stare at. Or, in Ramsey’s case, realize I’m really not the pretty girl he thinks me to be and decide I’m too ugly to live.”
Ethan sputtered. “Ugly.”
Roni wagged a long finger at him before retaking the wheel. “Don’t even go there. I’d have to call you out as a liar. And then I’d have to dump you on the side of road like I did the last guy who lied about them.”
“Finlay,” Ethan said, but he wasn’t expecting a
“Well, your FBI friends don’t feel the same way.”
“Let me take you in, and I will do everything I can to clear your name.”
“Get out of my way.”
Suddenly a gunshot wrenched through the air, jolting the car.
Maddie screamed in the backseat and hunched down. Roni ducked as well, searching the surroundings for the source.
“Roni, let me in!” Ethan crouched low.
Roni clicked the lock over. Ethan opened the door just enough to jump in, and she took off before he had it closed. She pushed the car to reach its highest speed, climbing up into the hundreds with ease. The long stretch of road in the secluded area gave her a wide range and soon the digital numbers read 160.
“Roni!” Maddie screamed from the backseat.
“Not to worry, Maddie. I do this for a living.”
Ethan gripped his own seat, his head plastered back to his headrest. “I’ve been undercover for a long time, but only now am I fearing for my life.”
“Your choice, Gunn. Shall I pull over so you can get out?”
“I’m supposed to bring you in.”
“Let’s get something straight right now.” She took her eyes off the road long enough to make her point clear. “You are only along for the ride.”
He didn’t seem pleased with that stipulation, but his next words were calmer. “Where are we going?”
“To find out who set me up.”
Ethan looked in his side mirror, indecision on his tight face. “Neither Ramsey nor the FBI are going to just let you go.”
“I’ve already gone,” she stated, but neither of them missed the bouncing headlights gaining on them. The unasked question lingered in the sleek leather cabin.
Which of her pursuers would be the lesser of two evils? Ramsey, who had his operation infiltrated? Or the FBI, who always get their man and wouldn’t take too kindly to being bested today?
SIX
A sidekick.
Ethan bit down on the backs of his teeth, disgruntled at being reduced to Roni Spencer’s sidekick, a passenger along for the ride.
The tables had turned on him faster than her spinout back at Ramsey’s. The woman could have killed him.
But she didn’t.
The racing princess handled this luxury piece of speed with the ease of a bicycle. He shouldn’t be surprised; he’d read her file. He knew everything about her life at the racetrack and her home life. How she’d lost her parents and baby brother to a car fire when she was three that, up until this year, had been deemed an accident. Recent events had proved the family members had been murdered when an order for a hit on the parents caused them to careen off the side of a mountain to their deaths. The whole family should have died, but two of the children survived, left orphaned and...scarred.
Roni’s burn scars matched the ones in her file. He’d studied them on film numerous times, disgusted, not at her, but at the felon doing time who caused them. Ethan would have liked to hunt him down and make him pay with a lot more than time.
“I’ll put my scarf back on as soon as I lose our tail.”
Ethan jerked in his seat, realizing he’d been staring, and judging by the pain in his jaw, he’d been doing so with a look of distaste. He forced himself to relax. “It’s not what you think.”
“Isn’t it? I know they’re ugly. But I’m used to them, and you’re not. I get it. You did well back in the dining room to hide your shock and repulsion. Better than Ramsey, that’s for sure. I keep them covered so people can be relaxed around me and not have to find something else in the room to stare at. Or, in Ramsey’s case, realize I’m really not the pretty girl he thinks me to be and decide I’m too ugly to live.”
Ethan sputtered. “Ugly.”
Roni wagged a long finger at him before retaking the wheel. “Don’t even go there. I’d have to call you out as a liar. And then I’d have to dump you on the side of road like I did the last guy who lied about them.”
“Finlay,” Ethan said, but he wasn’t expecting a
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