Heart of stone
May asked, gripping the handle as Alex peeled away from the curb, tires screeching against the asphalt.
"Three blocks ahead. Black tinted windows. He knows we’re coming, I think," Alex gritted his teeth, shifting gears smoothly. "Or maybe he’s just doing his job. Either way, he’s not stopping."
The chase began.
It was a high-speed ballet of metal and rubber through the arteries of the city. The white van ahead slammed on the gas, realizing it was being pursued. Weaving through the afternoon traffic became a game of life and death.
"Hold on!" Alex shouted.