He gritted his teeth and wrenched the wheel to whip down a side street, then took another sharp turn down a street in a zigzag manner in the hopes of losing the tail. “I don’t want to die like this!” Katherine wailed, her fingers clutching the “oh, shit” handle for dear life. “Dying in a heap of twisted, burning metal was not how I thought it would all end!” “No one is dying today,” he bit out, pushing the town car to go faster. “But whoever is behind us is pretty damn good behind the wheel. I can’t seem to shake him!” “You said you’d keep me safe. I don’t feel safe! I don’t feel safe!” Katherine cried, screaming when he skidded around another corner, narrowly missing creaming a fire hydrant. “Just let me off at the corner and you can continue your car chase without me. I’m done with all this government stuff. This is what I get for letting a pretty face override my good sense.
