Chapter 11 - High Speed Pursuit On A Desolate American Highway
Meanwhile, sensing the impending collapse of their alliance, Hale and Whitmore managed to pry open a side maintenance exit of the fraternity house.
They burst out into the cool campus air, sprinting across the quad toward Hale’s parked sedan near the faculty parking lot.
They jumped inside, locking all four doors frantically as Hale jammed the key into the ignition and gunned the engine.
“We have to cross the state line into Pennsylvania! Once we’re out of federal jurisdiction, we’ll be safe!” Hale yelled over the engine roar.
They tore out of the campus gates, heading northbound onto the desolate, winding stretches of an American interstate highway.
Midnight fog rolled across the asphalt, obscuring the lane markers and casting eerie shadows under the dim overhead sodium lights.
“Look behind us! There are no headlights, but I feel like we’re being followed!” Whitmore shouted, gripping the dashboard in terror.
Suddenly, two blinding high-beam headlights flashed directly in their rearview mirror, illuminating the interior of their speeding car.
An unmarked black SUV materialized out of the fog right on their bumper, maintaining an uncomfortably close, intimidating distance.
“Step on it! Shake him off! That’s him!” Hale screamed, shifting down a gear and flooring the gas pedal to ninety miles per hour.
The sedan fishtailed slightly on a patch of damp asphalt, but the black SUV tracked them with effortless, mechanical perfection.
No matter how sharply Hale took the curves or how fast he accelerated, the shadowy vehicle remained glued to their rear bumper.
A high-pitched digital chime echoed through Hale’s dashboard speakers, overriding the car’s radio system with an audio broadcast.
Hale reached out trembling fingers and pressed the speaker button, hearing the cold, deep voice of the father echo in the cabin.
“You can run across five state lines, boys, but you can’t outrun the consequences of your own cowardice,” the father’s voice warned.
“Leave us alone! We didn't mean to hurt her that badly!” Hale sobbed into the steering wheel, losing control of his emotions.
“You should have thought about that before you raised your hands against my daughter,” the father replied coldly.
Without warning, the black SUV accelerated smoothly, pulling alongside their sedan on the left-hand passing lane of the highway.
The father glanced across the intervening space, his tattooed arms resting calmly on the steering wheel while looking directly at them.
His eyes radiated a terrifying, unforgiving fury that froze the blood in Hale’s veins and made Whitmore scream in sheer horror.
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With a subtle flick of the steering wheel, the SUV nudged the side of the sedan, forcing them safely but firmly toward the shoulder.
Hale had no choice; he slammed on his brakes, spinning onto the gravel breakdown lane until the car came to a complete halt.
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