“SO WHY EXACTLY DON’T they race at Indianapolis Raceway?”
Fabiana turned to look at him, enjoying the way the headlights of passing cars highlighted his handsome features, and smiled. “Many of them do. This is something else. It’s our own hybrid. Technically it’s not drag racing, since the track is nearly a mile long, but it’s made like a drag race, straight and fast. The terrain is rough, giving drivers an extra factor to deal with. It started out as training for the serious racers, but it’s become more than that over the years.”
“What do you mean by more?” Warwicke turned onto the dirt road that ran alongside the farmland where they’d be racing.
She shrugged. “More serious, more dangerous, more expensive. It’s become a way for rivals to settle scores, enemies to get one up on each oth
