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Chapter 26: Ghosts of the Past, Part 2
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“Kipling, keep an eye on black truck,” Victoria said sharply. “I believe its following us.”
“On it,” Kipling replied. He locked eyes on the pickup and its license plate.
Victoria’s grip on the wheel tightened as she changed lanes to test her suspicion. The pickup shadowed their every move. A knot of tension coiled in her stomach.
“I’m taking us off 288,” she muttered, signaling to exit on to US Route 59. The lights of the city blurred past as she led the SUV onto Interstate 10, then North Main Street. Despite a series of deliberate turns—right onto Hogan Avenue, left onto Fulton Street, another left onto Quitman Avenue—the pickup stayed glued to them.
“They’re still on us,” Kipling said, his voice tight. Yoakum cursed under his breath, fumbling to load his pistol. “We need to lose them Vic,” he said his breath coming quick.
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So good!!! I want to bind all of these up into a awesome SG graphic novel 💗
“Hold on!” Victoria growled yanking the wheel hard to the left. The SUV swerved into the intersection, narrowly squeezing past the semi as it braked with a deafening shriek. Agent Kipling let out a scream. Behind them the pickup skidded to a halt, its tires screaming in protest as it narrowly avoided a collision. For the first time since their chase began, silence filled the SUV, broken only by their ragged breathing. Agent Kipling let out a shaky laugh. “Damn, Burney, remind me never to p*** you off!” Victoria didn't answer. Her knuckled where white against the steering wheel as she sped towards Greenspoint.
“Yeah, no kidding,” Victoria snapped as she yanked the wheel and sharply swerved onto a side street. The neon lights of shops and restaurants passed in a blur. A quick turn onto a quiet residential street and a near miss with a garbage truck made Victoria’s pulse to thunder in her ears as she pushed the SUV to its limits.
From the back seat, Agent Mandell shouted into his coms. “Safe house five minutes away! Galli's waiting!”
“We might not have five minutes,” Victoria snapped, her voice sharp with determination.
Gunfire tore through the air shattering the SUV’s rear window. Yoakum cursed, ducking low as shards of glass flew. “We're sitting ducks here!” he growled as he returned fire.
Victoria's grip on the wheel tightened. Her mind raced, scanning the streets for an escape. Then she saw it. At an intersection ahead a semi-truck barreled through at full speed.
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Beautiful work as always, both graphically and in text. I love it. My only critique if you don't mind brother, as I noticed in the previous chapter. You don't need to name your characters as 'agent' each time. As readers following the story, we are aware of their status. First or last names are more than good enough. 10/10 👍