Chapter SevenDRAKE AND THE COPS
The police caught up with Drake on a road about fifteen miles out of the city. He'd outdistanced them for a few miles but the motorcycle trailer the Mustang was pulling slowed him down. Rain pelted down the windshield and the wipers couldn't keep up with the downpour. Water washed across the highway and into the ditches.
He floored the Mustang when he realized he was being pursued and his car swerved on the slick concrete. He cut the wheel and turned onto a country road. The Mustang careened through a barbed wire gate, the police cruisers close behind. When Drake saw a farmyard nearby and heard dogs barking, he braked to a halt.
Kids. Damn. He didn't want to hurt them. Killer barked from the back seat of the borrowed sportscar.
The children were playing
