Chapter 70 Deer Caught In Headlights

• Today’s not going as planned. I’ve bribed a child for information, thrown a perfectly good pair of heels in the middle of the street, and am currently chasing down an ex-convict like I’m auditioning for the Olympics.
• My lungs are screaming, my legs are burning, and yet I can’t stop. Every time I close the distance between us, Sara glances over her shoulder and picks up speed. I feel like a predator chasing prey, except the prey has better cardio.
• “Hey,” I scream. “Stop running.”