Jace:
Downtown always saved the fastest race for last. It wasn't an official rule, just one of those things everyone understood. As the crowd thickened around the starting line, engines grew louder, bets got bigger, and the conversations quieted. Everyone wanted to see who had the fastest car in Calusa Cove. Reid leaned against his Nova beside me, arms crossed.
"You sure you don't wanna run?"
I watched two cars stage at the line. "Nah."
"You've been saying that all night."
"I mean it."
He glanced sideways. "I'll ask again next week."
"I know you will."
A flag girl stepped into the middle of the road. One hand in the air. Two cars revved hard. A Nissan GT-R. A matte gray BMW M4 with a black crown decal across the windshield. Drift Kings. The flag dropped. Both cars exploded forward.
