CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
THE STANDS AND INFIELD were bulging with fans, roiling with color and activity. Somewhere around four hundred thousand fans watched expectantly as the Indianapolis 500 unfolded before their fascinated eyes, making the race the largest single day sporting event ever recorded.
Warwicke was vaguely aware of the flash of celebratory faces in the near distance, but his every thought, his every instinct was focused on the thirty other cars still on the track with him.
In addition to maximizing his driving, he kept one eye on the board and one eye on his closest competition. As if he’d conjured her with his mind, the eighty-five car roared up on the inside and managed to slide past him as she entered turn number four.
Warwicke frowned.
He should have let her stay weak an
