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Slower means I think.
“Okay…” I whisper.
Let’s see who you are.
I take the next turn without signaling.
Sharp.
Sudden.
The kind that should lose someone not paying attention.
The headlights follow.
No hesitation.
No delay.
My lips press into a thin line.
“Yeah,” I breathe.
“They found me.”
I push the car harder now.
Not reckless.
Precise.
Every move calculated.
Every turn deliberate.
Because this?
This isn’t a chase.
Not yet.
This is a test.
And they just failed it.
I reach down, flipping a switch under the dash.
The GPS scrambler kicks in.
Temporary.
But enough.
It buys me minutes.
Maybe less.
The phone lights up.
