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freezing air filled her lungs. It

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ital speedometer glowed r

l lay on the passenger seat. The silk

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e. It was strung across

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f the gas pedal. She stom

hrieked against the slick, wet tarmac.

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front bumper hovered ten inches f

e leather seat. Sweat soake

door open. Cold rain instan

et hit the wet pavement. She

uardrails. A razor-thin steel wire stretched taut

ld have sliced through the windshie

n. In her past life, she had died burning. In this one, some

g high beams flashed. Two shaft

d closer. It slammed on its br

oved open. A tall figure

. His tie was loosened. His eyes were

His leather shoes splas

p was brutal. It felt like he

urself to get away from me

error. She recognized it instantly. The same terror she had heard

the man who had burned to death trying to

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ream. She stepped forward and wrapp

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e cracked. "What

st. "I'm sorry," she whispered. Her v

ock crossed his face. His hands, still suspended in the air, slowly-alm

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ne cut through the storm. Ansley knew that sou

er eyes, replaced by something cold and lethal. She grabb

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