THIRTY
FIVE HUNDRED HORSES kicked me in the back as the 911’s powerful motor came to life under my foot. Despite the driver assist, I felt the tires lose some grip here and there on the gray motorway, there would no doubt be some new rubber streaks on the surface behind me.
“Diana, where are they?”
“Straight ahead, about three miles on. And they’re hauling ass.”
“Let me know if they turn off, I’m coming up behind them in a white Porsche,” I said, keeping both hands on the wheel, trying my best to avoid any other vehicles. But I kept my foot almost flat on the accelerator, the automatic gloriously shifting gears as fast as it could.
Let’s see if they can outhaul a 911 Turbo.
“Yeah, I saw that. So will the police. Three cars are coming after you, by the way.” She kept her sentences sho
