Chapter 138

{Harper's POV}

The turn worked.

Not in the sense that I'd planned it— I hadn't planned any of tonight past the word *drive*, but it worked in the sense that when I checked the rearview mirror, I found something that should have terrified me and instead just left me confused.

Sokolov's men and the police were no longer behind us on two separate lanes.

They were behind us on one now.

My sharp revers