The city streets blurred past in streaks of neon and shadow as Marius drove with reckless abandon, his hands white-knuckled on the steering wheel, his vocabulary reduced to a stream of profanity that would have made a sailor blush. "Son of a b***h! Move, you f*****g—get out of the goddamn way!"
Bishop gripped the dashboard with one hand, his phone in the other as he called out directions, his eyes locked on the grey van that seemed to be playing a deadly game of cat-and-mouse through the commercial district's maze of one-way streets and traffic signals.
"Left here! No, your other left! Jesus, Marius—"
"I know how to f*****g drive!" Marius snarled back, yanking the wheel hard and sending the car into a controlled slide around the corner that would have been impressive if it weren't so te
