“WHAT WAS CASIO DOING to your car, Fabiana?”
She turned from the car window, where she’d been glumly watching normal life passing by and wishing she could become part of it again. “That’s what I was trying to find out when he started pounding on me. He had a computer connected to the eighty-five car when I walked into the garage the other day. He was acting really strange.”
Warwicke turned and looked at her. “Strange? What do you mean?”
Instead of answering, her pretty brown eyes grew wide and her lips made a perfect ‘O’.
It took Warwicke a beat to realize she wasn’t looking at him. She was looking past him, to the road beyond the window.
“Warwicke!”
He turned just in time to see the wide nose of a low-slung muscle car heading directly for them. Reacting with a driver’s razor sharp
