“What do I have to do to get the evidence on the transmitter?”
“Nothing. We don’t have time. Everything’s set to hit the cops anyway. This was for dazzle, but the dazzle just left the fucking building. Get your pretty ass down here.”
But I’m already moving, flipping the switch on the transmitter and gripping the wheel tighter. My pulse races, every nerve alive with fear and adrenaline.
If this is going to work, it has to be perfect.
“Baby,” Sylus tries again. “Look, I love your style, I really do, but I don’t love it enough to scrape you off the Heights.”
“Don’t act stupid, Sweetness. I know you’re not!”
I don’t even have a license. The last time I was behind the wheel, everything spiraled. And now here I am, in a Lamborghini no less, contemplating a jump that could end just as disastrously. If I let that fear win now, chances are they get caught or crushed. And I can’t. Iwon’tlose anyone else.
The comms crackle, more frantic yells slicing through my thoughts.
“Ezra, stop pulling me along. Get Dove out of here!” Koen roars.
“I’m fucking trying!” Ezra snaps back. “Dove, don’t let go?—”
“I can’t hold him much longer!” Nicholas sounds frantic now.
“Fuck.”Ezra yells again. “Dove!”
I close my eyes, the noise around me fading to a dull roar as I force my mind to quiet. The fear, the doubt, the memory of that night, they all crash against me, but I plant my feet.
I can do this.
I’ll make this jump, allowing them to get out of there.
The decision locks into place as I take a deep breath, and Koen’s voice fills my mind.
“Sixty-seven miles per hour at the exact moment it leaves the ramp. No more, no less. Any slower, and you don’t make it across. Any faster, and the momentum’s wrong, you’ll overshoot and crash. From zero to sixty in three-point-two seconds.”
Three-point-two seconds. That’s all the margin I have.
Koen spent years perfecting this down to the millisecond, and I’m about to attempt it on adrenaline and sheer dumb luck.
The driver’s door next to me wrenches open, and my heart leaps into my throat.Did I just run out of time?
But then my eyes meet ice-blue ones.
“Scoot over, Trouble.”
“Ace,” I breathe out, half a gasp, half a curse.
“Move,” he repeats, climbing in even as the chaos below echoes through the comms. “We have to jump a gap, and let’s be honest, you’re a shitty driver.”
I slide into the passenger seat, pulling the flash drive with the evidence into my lap.
“You kids are fucking kidding me.” Ezra hisses.
“You’re both going to die,” Koen shouts. “If you’re even a millimeter off, you’ll die. I made the calculations with one person in mind, not two. Do you hear me? You’ll both die!”
Ace doesn’t even flinch. “We’re already dead, remember?” His grin is sharp as he glances at me, and I grin back, my heart catching in my throat.
“Not fucking funny!” Koen snaps.
“Guys, please don’t,” Sylus pleads with us.
