“Even now, the Lincoln was less than a half block behind. “Dammit. They just won’t shake lose.” “Oh yeah?” Whitney set her teeth and gave the mirror a quick check. She’d never been a gracious loser. “Watch this.” Before Doug could draw a breath, she whipped the Mercedes around in a tight U-turn and headed dead-on for the Lincoln. He watched with a kind of fascinated dread. “Oh my God.”
