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“Emmy, no matter what you stay calm,” I told her.

“What?”

“I think we’re being followed. The car behind us exited the freeway when we did, followed us down Route 12. Now it just made the same right we did. I could be wrong, but there doesn’t seem to be much around here.”

I tapped the call button and Garrett answered immediately. “Where are you?”

“Just turned onto Route 9 but I think we’re being followed. What do we do?”

“What kind of car?”

“Black Lexus. And just to say, I don’t see anyone who lives in this area driving a Lexus. This is more of a pickup kinda place.”

“Plate?”

“It’s too far behind us.”

“Alright. Just head to the silo.”

“But—”

“Trust me. Get to the silo. No matter what, do not stop until you get there.”

“The car’s speeding up.”

“Tell Emerson to speed up, too.”

“Drive faster, Emmy,” I told her.

With every inch the speedometer ticked up, my pulse did. too. It was like they were magically connected, and the harder Emmy pressed the gas pedal, the harder my heart pounded.

“He’s getting closer,” I warned.

“Everything’s fine. I’m not hanging up, but I need to do something.”

“Hale Hill Road. You need to make a left up here,” I told Emmy.

“Then I have to slow down.”

She was going fifty-five, she’d definitely have to slow. Shit.

“Okay, just wait. Slam on the brakes, make the turn, then hit the gas again.”

“Are you crazy? He’ll rear-end us.”

I glanced over my shoulder, unfortunately getting a good look at Harry. I couldn’t see his lips because thankfully they were covered with tape, but I could see the creases around his eyes. Creases that told me the asshole was smiling.

He knew what was happening.

The Lexus was so close, Emerson was right—he would rear-end us if she slammed the brakes.

“Let him hit us. Just hold on to the wheel tight and brace.”

“I can’t—”

“Do it, Emmy!” I shouted. “Now. The turn is now.”

Emerson eased on the brakes before she hit them harder. We lurched forward, Emmy squealed, then she finally jerked the wheel to the left. She missed the road just barely and we were on the shoulder. Gravel sprayed as Emerson hit the gas and shot us forward.