Chapter 88

• Kanis glanced at Tedmond and noticed the way he moved the steering wheel. His blood ran cold. “Did he mess with the steering too?”
• “That’s what you get for playing dirty,” Linn muttered to himself, slamming on the accelerator. His car sped forward, the damaged tire barely holding up.
• Meanwhile, Tedmond’s makeshift fix began to stabilize the car slightly, but the strain was evident. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he focused on keeping the vehicle on course.