Can't we outrun them?" Ruth asked from the backseat, shaking. Her knuckles were white as she held onto the seat edge, and her heart seemed to be leaping within her chest. She had never been in a car chase before. Sure, she'd seen them in movies, but those always ended badly-explosions, crashes, or worse. And now, here she was, living it. The reality was far more terrifying than anything Hollywood could conjure.
"Not in this car," Frank said flatly, his eyes riveted on the rearview mirror.
Ruth wrenched sideways in her seat, her breath catching sharp in her throat as the black sedan gained. It swerved wildly, pulling up alongside the Range Rover, but Luke wasn't giving them an inch. His hands hugged the wheel and his jaw set in a grim line as he threaded through narrow streets of Hong Kong.
