Chapter 5
Jacksonville, FL
QUENTIN STARTED HIS car while Chris was opening Mabel’s door. That sounds like an interceptor engine, Chris thought when he heard the telltale deep-throated sound coming from Quentin’s Mustang.
He fired Mabel up and followed his new friends out of the parking lot. Quentin had been right when he’d said it was close, because they’d barely gone more than half a dozen blocks when the other pony car pulled up in front of a two-story brick residence and came to a stop.
Chris parked Mabel, opened the driver’s door, and walked over to where Quentin and Nate were waiting.
“You’ve got an interceptor engine in that thing, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” Quentin said. “The engine is a lot younger than the car, and it’s saved my ass a couple of times. The car looks shabby because t
