CHAPTER 202 Spotted

*Dante*

The freeway blurred past, a ribbon of asphalt and adrenaline as I gunned the engine, the speedometer needle trembling like a junkie in withdrawal. Time was a luxury I didn’t have. I was damn lucky Cleo’s voice crackled through the comms, her police scanner painting a picture of Bismarck’s finest tied up in the city’s chaos. A spree of crimes had the cops swarming like ants on a kicked-over