FABIANA SPUN THE STEERING wheel in an effort to pull the car out of its rotation. Outside the car windows several sets of headlights spun. She hoped it was Warwicke and gang coming to help her shake off the Plymouth.
She finally managed to pull the Camaro out of its spin and eased it to a stop. The Plymouth took off like a shot toward the far edge of the field, where a rickety metal fence lined the dark country road running alongside.
The Enzo swung up next to her just as she revved the engine and slammed the car into first gear. She slid the car window down to address Warwicke.
His handsome face was filled with concern. “You okay?”
She nodded. “Let’s get this son of a bitch.”
“You stay here, we’ve got him.”
Her smile was feral. “Yeah, right.”
The Camaro shot forward in a cloud of d
