CHAPTER EIGHT
Bo peeled out of the parking garage. He almost collided with a few cars on his way down the ramp, but I didn’t yell at him. I wanted him to go faster.
I half expected our car to blow up or get riddled with machine guns before we left the casino property—this journey was getting weirder by the minute and I didn’t trust Fiona’s mental state enough to expect her not to try and kill us.
Bo and I both let out a collective sigh of relief as we burst out of the parking lot and made distance between us and the casino. We merged onto the highway and floored it.
We might as well have been driving with our eyes in the rearview mirror—I swear, if I had seen a single driverless hatchback, I would have freaked out. I scanned the driver’s seat of every car that whizzed by.
“I think we’
