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Chapter 6A – Collision Course
Author: Freezy-Grip
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Rain turned the city into streaks of silver and noise. Deborah’s windshield wipers could barely keep up, the headlights behind her grew larger, whiter, closing fast. “Not again,” she whispered.

Her tires hissed as she swerved across lanes. The car behind mirrored every move. Its lights flickered once, almost like a signal. She hit the gas, heart pounding. The steering wheel trembled beneath her hands.

Then, another flash. To her right, a second car appeared. Black, unmarked, gliding into position like it had been waiting for her.

“This isn’t happening,” she muttered.

She took the next turn hard. The tires screamed. The sedan fishtailed, nearly clipping the median before she corrected. The mirror filled with white light, two vehicles closing in.

Her phone vibrated on the passenger seat. She snatched it up without looking at the screen. “Who are you?” she shouted. “What do you want from me?”

A man’s voice came through, calm, unhurried. “Pull over, Deborah. You’re making this harder than
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