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“Keys! Now!”
Curt pulled them slowly out of his pocket with a puzzled expression on his face. Maggie grabbed them out of his hand and raced over to his classic Trans Am.
“Hey!” Curt shouted after her, but she ignored him. All she knew was that the man she loved had just driven away from her without explanation and that her Denali pickup wasn’t up to catching Palo’s Firebird.
She slammed out of the parking lot spraying a great fan of gravel. She was in second by the time she hit the road and the tires chirped hard on the pavement when they caught.
Hammering through the tiny hamlet of O’Brien, she spotted Carl on the road in his police cruiser. The speed limit for town was down to fifty, just as she was cracking ninety in fourth gear. He chirped his siren at her as she flew by, but t
