The tires screeched as Lana floored the gas pedal, gripping the wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white. The road ahead was a blur of darkness and scattered headlights, but she didn’t have time to think—only to react.
Behind her, the black SUV was gaining.
She glanced in the rearview mirror.
Dean’s men.
Marcus groaned from the side of the road, dazed and bleeding, but she didn’t have time to worry about him. He had betrayed her. He had led them right to her.
Lana’s heart pounded as she took a sharp turn, the car fishtailing before catching traction. She had memorized these roads, planned multiple escape routes. If she could make it to the old service tunnel near the bridge, she had a chance to disappear.
But then—
A second pair of headlights appeared up ahead. Another vehicle, bl
