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She thought of her precious two hundred and seventy so dollars, all the money she had in the world No, she wouldn’t let theuy next to her, "What do you want? Go away!"

The guy just laughed and called out, "Coot a place up ahead you’ll like"

She yelled, "No, go away!" Was the idiot serious? He wasn’t a fat, revolting biker, like the stereotype was usually painted He was lean, his hair was cut short, and he earing glasses

He swerved his bike in closer, not a foot from her now He called out, "Don’t be afraid Couy on your right--he’s got a nice cozy little place not five miles from here You could spend soure you uy for that coat, whatever, it doesn’t ood solid citizens We proht," she shouted, "just like the pope You want me to come with you so you can rob me and rape me and probably kill me Go to hell, buster!"

She sped up The bike shot forward She could have sworn she heard laughter behind her She felt the gun in James’s coat pocket She leaned down close to the handlebars and prayed

"Let’s go, Dillon"

Dillon accelerated the Porsche and honked at the bikers, erved to the side of the highway They heard curses and shouts behind therinned

"Let’s just keep us between her and the bikers," Quinlan said "What do you think, Dillon? Are we going to have to follow her until she runs out of gas?"

"I can get ahead of her, brake hard, and swing the car across the road in front of her"

"Not with the bikers still back there, we can’t Just stay close"

"In exactly oneto look back," Dillon said

"She’s never seen the Porsche"

"Great So she’ll think not only souy in a sexy red Porsche"