Escape the Patrol: Jay
Adrenaline is a hell of a drug, but it doesn’t do much for night vision. I hit the grass at the base of the trellis and stayed crouched in the dirt for a count of ten, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. The hibiscus bushes felt like a cage of thorns, but they were the only thing between me and the high-intensity security lights of the Baxter estate. Rusted-out Honda. No-gooder. The labels stung, but they weren't wrong. I was exactly the kind of distraction Mallory’s father spent his life building walls against. I began to move, staying low and hugging the shadow of the perimeter fence. Every snap of a dry twig sounded like a gunshot. I reached the edge of the property and vaulted over the back gate, landing on the sidewalk of the neighboring street. Two houses down, a
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