Jacked by Eric Stevens

Author:Eric Stevens
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lerner Publishing Group

I’m a couple of the blocks from the race start line downtown when I come to a red light. I know it’s silly, but the tiniest part of me thinks my mystery girl might come running again. That she might slide across the hood and climb in. Of course, she doesn’t. The light changes from red to green, and I drive on.

When I’m around the corner from the start line, I pull over where it’s nice and dark and try to get a look at what’s happening.

There are four cars there already, with their lights off and drivers and passengers out and standing around. One of the cars I recognize at once. It’s Kells’s Mazda. The man himself leans on the driver’s door with his arms crossed, his head back, laughing loud and clear.

It’s like he’s daring someone to hear them gathered here, breaking at least two laws and getting ready to break a whole bunch more.

Kells’s trunk is open—I get a chill just looking at it—and lots of small boxes are stacked up inside it and on the street behind the car. This must be the merchandise. One of the other guys is counting out some money.

So the number I texted must be for customers, I think. They’ll be expecting me to have cash, ready to buy something.

I don’t have much—a couple of bucks and a fifty dollar bill Dad makes me carry folded up in my wallet for an emergency. This is an emergency, I decide, and I start walking over. He must have something for under fifty, right?

But just as I step out of the shadows near my car, something goes down. One of Kells’s customers says something or does something wrong. Maybe he doesn’t have enough money, or maybe he insulted Kells. Who knows? All I know is, Kells grabs him by the collar, just like he grabbed me.

I stop short. One of the other guys—he must work for Kells—comes up behind the guy and holds his arms. Then Kells slams his fist into the poor guy’s gut. He cries out and then folds over in pain. But Kells isn’t done. He pulls his fist back again. This time he gets the guy in the chin.

“No!” I call out. I have no idea what kind of a moron I am, but by the time I’ve clamped my hand over my mouth, it’s way too late. They’ve seen me.

Kells’s henchman drops the poor guy with the busted jaw. Kells starts running toward me.

What can I do? I turn around, get into my car, crank it to life, and peel out of there. And suddenly I’m in my first car chase.

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