A red sports car entered the highway, cut in front of me, and merged in front of the white van. I braked, but the white van’s driver was too busy checking me out—he rear-ended the red car and his airbag smacked him in the face.
“Kiss your airbag instead.” I edged into the lane behind Daniella.
In the rearview mirror, I saw several cars pile up with the white van and red sports car. I glanced ahead, but Daniella was gone; I passed an exit ramp, and saw her descend the ramp and speed toward a suburb. I needed to turn around.
Ahead, traffic locked up. The next exit was several miles away. I had lost her.
Ladouche appeared in the passenger seat, wagging his finger at me.
“Congratulations on your failure.”
“What should I do now?”
“Forfeit Tucker’s soul.”
“No!”
Ladouche sighed. “I’m goi
