Pucking the Captain
"Head toward the industrial park on 4th street. Dex said there’s an abandoned towing yard we can ditch the SUV in, but you need to keep your headlights off and stay off the main roads."
The drive was an agonizing, suffocating crawl through the dark, rain-slicked streets of the city. Every pair of headlights that swept across our tinted windows made my heart slam against my ribs, and every distant siren made Allie flinch so hard the SUV swerved in the lane. We were fugitives now.
We had assaulted syndicate cleaners, stolen a car, and possessed a decrypted ledger that proved the local hockey coach was running a betting ring for a murderous bagman who happened to be my boyfriend's estranged fat