CHAPTER ELEVEN
“Mallory!” Chase snapped.
Mouse winced. “It was just a suggestion.”
I grinned. “Actually, that sounds like a lot of fun.”
“See?” Mouse countered as he puffed out his chest and looked up at his annoyed companion. “She wants to do it.”
Chase rolled his eyes and returned to his espionage.
I, too, looked at the race course as the thunders sped past us. I had to wait for their noise to diminish before I asked the question on the tip of my tongue. “So what lap are they on?”
“Forty-nine, so they’re on the final lap,” Chase replied as he continued his vigilant watch.
“That must take a while,” I mused.
Ben nodded. “The better part of an hour, and some drivers race three times a day, if they’re unfortunate enough to have their placements scheduled in that way.”
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