This mission had been a breeze to execute, but once it was over, Bourbon found himself facing a major headache: Grenache had latched onto him.
Glancing in the rearview mirror, he saw the red sports car still tailing him. With a sudden hardening of his resolve, he slammed his foot down on the accelerator, and his white Mazda wove through the heavy traffic like a ghost.
Seeing this, Grenache's lips curled into a wild, triumphant grin. Having anticipated that Bourbon would try to give her the slip, she too floored the gas pedal. Her red sports car let out a roar and shot forward like an arrow released from a bow.
Chapter 19