Page 119 of Wasted
“That’s why you agreed to let me drive, remember?” Good thing, too, because at the speed Glenn was driving on the suburb streets, they were already going ten miles over the limit. Lucky Victoria had agreed to let Cillian drive her car so she wouldn’t be the one stalking Glenn or breaking any traffic laws if they had to follow him.
Cillian tried to keep a safe distance behind Glenn so he wouldn’t notice them. The curator might change his plans if he knew he was being followed. But it was a tricky balance, staying close enough to track the many turns on the quiet streets while avoiding being spotted.
By the time Victoria ended her call with Willis, they were driving on busier roads. Good for staying hidden but harder to keep a bead on Glenn’s car.
“You and Willis had quite a long chat.” Cillian tossed her a grin.
“At least he didn’t sound annoyed.” She lowered the phone to her lap. “He’s sending some officers in this direction. You probably heard I told him our location, but they won’t know precisely where to go when we keep moving like this.”
“Can’t help that.” Cillian kept his gaze locked on the silver Mercedes as Glenn switched to the right lane just before halting at the red stoplight. “As soon as we figure out where he’s going, we can call it in.”
“That’s the freeway entrance ahead.”
The light turned green. Glenn took off but was slowed by another car in front of him.
A sign along the road announced the freeway ramp on the right.
“Yep.” Cillian checked over his shoulder. The right lane was packed with cars.
“He turned on his signal light. We need to get over.” Urgency tightened her voice.
“You got it.” He angled the front bumper of the car between two slow-moving cars in the right lane.
Honks answered the maneuver.
“Cillian.”
“You said I needed to get over.” He smiled, ignoring her disapproving glance as he focused on threading the needle between the cars.
The line moved forward. The cars separated rather than crash into him as he forced his way between them.
“It’s too late anyway.” She craned her neck to see around the line of cars in front of them. “He’s already entering the freeway. I see him on the ramp.”
“No worries. I’ll catch up.”
She jerked her head toward him. “Cillian, be careful.”
“Can’t let this guy get away, Vicks.”
“I would rather be alive to see the capture.”
He chuckled as the line of cars moved forward. Almost at the ramp. “You’ll be safe. I won’t let anything happen to you.” He gave her a look to show how much he meant that.
She met his gaze, her mouth in a tense line.
He pulled his focus back to the road. The cars ahead finally started to accelerate on the ramp. “But you might want to hold on.”
As soon as he hit the freeway, Cillian darted out from behind the cars in front, weaving across traffic to reach the fast lane.
Victoria gasped.
Better give her something to think about. “Let me know when you see him.”
“As if we can see anything but a blur at this speed.” At least she wasn’t too scared to deliver a spunky comeback.
He grinned, keeping his eyes on the road as he pressed the accelerator.
“Wait. I think I see him.”
