Buzz’s heart was pounding as he leapt out of the truck. The driver of the car he’d hit was already out and shouting, which helped fire Buzz up even more. This was it! This hunt was his, and he’d already done the most important thing — bringing the victim to a stop.
Buzz had been on two other hunts, but today he was the leader. That meant he got to drive the truck with its lights off. With the rain pouring down and no street lights that had turned out to be a lot more difficult than he’d expected. He’d had to keep down below thirty and had relied on the rumble strips at the side and the cats eyes down the middle to stay on the road. It was hardly the glorious cruise for victims he’d imagined, and he’d known his standing in the gang was going down with every passing minute.
To make
