The streets still buzzed with the aftermath of the Bugatti's dominance.
Parker's hands clenched the Speedtail's wheel, his knuckles white, heart thundering in his chest. That car—it hadn't just disappeared; it vanished, like some kind of automotive Houdini.
Tessa was quiet on the call. Too quiet. Not like her. She was probably just as stunned as he was, though she'd never admit it.
Then, cutting through the hum of engines, came a new sound. One Parker really didn't want to hear.
Sirens.
"Oh, hell no," he muttered, glancing into his side mirror. Sure enough, two black-and-whites were weaving through traffic like sharks hunting prey, lights blazing and wails piercing the air.
Deep inside he knew his mission was slowly coming to completion. He just had to cause some little more chaos to have the Olympians on him but the spice of it?
Don't get caught!
"Tell me that's not for us," Tessa's voice came through, dripping with irritation.
