The Firebird roared through the streets, the seat rumbling beneath Emma’s bottom as she watched the other cars fall behind. Michelle handed the car like a pro, her foot heavy on the accelerator, and maybe under other circumstances, it would have left Emma gripping the arm rest, wondering if she was going to make it to her destination in one piece. Now, however, she was simply grateful Michelle’s competence extended to her vehicle. There wasn’t any time to waste. If Emma didn’t get to Derek at the station before he left, Gideon and Jesse would end up in even graver danger than they already were.
The paper on which she’d scribbled the address was getting soft at the edges where she was worrying it with her fidgety fingers. One glance from Michelle had Emma tucking it into her pocket, but wi
