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that. Focus, Adrian, come on!
    Right, I’m going to need a ride…
    I look back over my shoulder, intending to ask, and see a set of keys flying toward me. I react fast, flinching slightly as I catch them. I stare at them, then back at Case.
    “It’s an Audi, black, parked round back,” he says. “Scratch it and I’ll shoot you. Return it first chance you get.”
    I smile. “Thanks, Ash. For everything.”
    He nods. “Now get the hell out of here, you crazy sonofabitch.”
    I stuff the keys in my pocket, hook my bag over both shoulders, and slide the window up. The warm breeze hits me as I poke my head outside. I grab the frame and climb out, one leg at a time, resting my weight on the wall. With one last look at Case, I drop down. I land on the canopy, which is made of a thick plastic sheet, and bounce off it like it was a trampoline. I spin around as I fall and hit the ground face down, like I’m doing a push-up.
    I grunt from the impact, but I can’t allow myself time to recover. I spring to my feet and dash around the side of the restaurant to the parking lot. There’re only a handful of cars here, so it’s not hard to find Case’s Audi. It’s a convertible TT, and the top’s already down.
    I run over as I’m unhooking my bag from my shoulders. I throw it onto the back seat as I jump over the door and land hard behind the wheel. I scramble in my pocket for the key and fire up the engine, gun the gas, and speed off, the tires screeching and leaving their marks on the surface of the blacktop behind me. I draw level with the entrance just as the three G-men burst out onto the street, guns drawn.
    I duck as low as I can while turning right, narrowly missing an oncoming car. The needle’s pushing eighty as the first shots ring out—the high-pitched ping of the bullets ricocheting around me. One cracks the door mirror next to me.
    I wince. “Ah, shit! Ash is gonna kill me—assuming these assholes don’t!”
    The gunfire stops as quickly as it started, and I sit up again, focusing on the road.
    “Okay, we’re good.”
    I glance in my rearview and see the black SUV swing into view behind me, quickly gathering speed and closing the gap between us.
    “Huh, maybe not.”
    I lean forward and reach behind me, taking out one of my Berettas. Up ahead, I see a junction. The sign tells me I can take a left and join I-95, which I’m pretty sure takes me west toward Massachusetts. That works out well, because the first name on my list has a last known address of Manchester, New Hampshire, which is over that way.
    Unfortunately, I need to shake off these shitkickers following me first.
    Ahead of me, the lights are turning red.
    There’s not much traffic—screw it.
    I navigate the lanes and approach the intersection with the needle pushing a hundred. I weave between two cars and slam on the brakes, making a hard left. The tires screech loudly again, and smoke builds up behind the car. I level it out and step back on the gas, merging onto I-95 at speed.
    Behind me, the SUV is keeping pace, relentless in its pursuit.
    I need to get rid of these guys, and fast. It won’t be long before they get their friends to join them, and even I know I can’t take on the entire CIA all at once.
    The road ahead is straight as an arrow, and reasonably clear, so I ease off the gas a little and allow them to close the gap. I can see the look of grim determination on the driver’s face in my rearview.
    The lane next to me is empty…
    I whip the wheel to the right and stamp hard on the brakes, causing the Audi to spin clockwise, off to the side. The SUV goes shooting past me. I quickly turn the wheel the opposite way, fighting to regain control of the vehicle, which I manage to do as I’m completing a full circle. The back end fishtails, but I straighten up and position myself directly behind the CIA agents.
    Phew!
    I pick up my Beretta, which I’d temporarily dropped onto the passenger seat, and rest my hand on the top of the