Chapter 25
At the next intersection, Merrick veered through a yield at the last moment and then headed right, while Jordan’s car slid into the middle of traffic.
“Mare?” Wyatt said.
“We’re on Sunset. If I can lose her, we’ll be at the plane in about ten minutes.”
The Mercedes was in the rearview mirror again.
“Damn it, she doesn’t stop.”
Grant pressed against the seats. “She’s going to hit us.”
Merrick held his breath as they approached a major intersection. The likelihood of getting through four lanes of traffic wasn’t any better than Jordan wrecking them, followed by the torture she would deliver if they lived.
Merrick glanced at Thurman. “I’m going to hurt your car.”
“Oh no, you’re not.”
“You want to live, right?”
“Mare, no—”
“There’s two cars now,” Grant said.
A black Lincoln Navigator appeared in the passing lane, catching up to Jordan.
“Great.” Merrick clenched his jaws. He was going to have to risk the four lanes of traffic after all.