Four miles later, the black SUV remained behind them. To see if it was tailing them, Shea made a last-second left turn onto a side street. The SUV squealed its tires and tipped onto two wheels through the turn.
“Geez, Shea. Drive much?” whined Wendy.
“I told you earlier to put your seatbelt on.”
“Why?”
“We’re being tailed. Now put your goddamn seatbelt on.”
Wendy twisted around to look behind them before snapping on her seatbelt. “The black one?”
“Uh-huh.” Shea pressed the accelerator and weaved past a few cars. “Please tell me you got the eight-cylinder Mustang and not the six.”
“Why?”
“If we’re gonna outrun these guys—”
“I got the six. It was cheaper.”
“Fuck.” Shea considered her options. “This is gonna get a little bumpy.”
The SUV honked and flashed its lights at the cars sep
