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“You’re probably just being paranoid,” Sammi says, “It’s been a long day, and you’re stressed. Why would anyone be watching you?”
“I don’t know, but I just know that they are.”
“Sammi’s probably right,” Percy adds. “You’re just imagining it because there’s so much left undiscovered about last night.”
“Yeah. Once we figure out the rest of the mysteries, I bet you’ll feel all better,” Becky says.
“Yeah, maybe,” I pause and let Percy pull my body away from the wall and lead me toward the car.
“So, where to next?” Percy asks. “It’s not like we have any more leads.”
“Maybe Liam or Brendon might know something?” Becky suggests—an excuse to get back to her husband, not that I blame her.
“Back to the Post Office?”
“Hey, can you guys hear that?” I ask, looking towards the end of the street.
The rumbling—which I’m now definitely sure is from car engines—is getting so loud that it’s almost deafening.
“Who’s driving around here this time of day?”
“Maybe they’re with the lobster guys? After all, they are running low on stock since Sammisavedthem all.”
“Something tells me we’re about to find out.”
As soon as the words have left Sammi’s lips, the sound of a gunshot ricochets through the air, and I feel the bullet fly directly past where my head used to be—right before Percy pulled me out of the way.
A white Cadillac tears around the corner, its engine revving and speeding up as it tears towards us.
“This way!” Sammi yells, and Percy and Becky bolt towards her.
But I’m too slow. The car drives between us, and the scent of burning rubber fills my nostrils as I drop to the ground, expecting another spray of bullets to burst out over my head.
Once the Cadillac is out of range and preparing itself to turn around and take another stab at me, I jump up and begin to run. I can’t hear the girls anymore; my ears are ringing as I run away from the scene as fast as I can.
That’s when I see him.
The source of the second engine drives into my line of sight. It’s a motorbike, and it swings around and pulls up right in front of me, blocking my path.
“Get on!”
The rider commands, and even though he’s wearing a helmet, I recognize that it’s Brendon.
He’s come to save the day. But how did he even know we’d need saving in the first place?
“Who are those guys?”
“Get on the bike, Mysti!”
I can hear the Cadillac coming back, and so, with no other choice, I climb on the back of the bike. I wrap my arms around Brendon’s waist, and he tears away into the city.
God, he really knows how to pick his moments.
