Race Competition
The chopper landed in a helipad in the East River. The water made ripples as the wind from the helicopter blew. I saw a lot of men in black surround the port. We passed them as Dom led me to his black SUV.
"How did you find me?" I asked in a low voice, when we were finally alone in the car.
"Mat was there, looking for Lucy Florence. He found you lurking around the fields of Georgebury instead." He drove past the wild streets full of lights and people. I didn't think I would miss New York for a bit, but there's something about its liveliness that I'd always look for.
