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Demetrius
Outmaneuvered by Evers’ driving left Demetrius with a bitter taste in his mouth, despite his inexperience driving in snow. They had lost him at least temporarily and finding him would not be easy in the storm. The only advantage was the small number of drivers on the road. Demetrius randomly turned corners, driving around the blocks near where they lost him, hoping to get lucky.
“Look! There!” Amara exclaimed, pointing. “Isn’t that the truck?”
Demetrius glanced to the right and saw a white pickup parked in front of a Gothic church. He strained to identify the company markings. He felt the quickened beating in his chest. He parked in front of the truck. They exited and prodded trough the ankle-high snow, Amara stretching to step into Demetrius’ footprints.
“Locked,” he sai
