Chapter 251

Vulpine gritted her teeth, fighting through the searing pain in her arm, and slammed her foot on the gas. Good thing it was late—roads practically empty—’cause with the way she was tearing through intersections, one wrong move would've sent a dozen cars spinning. Even with the pedal floored, she couldn’t outpace the cars tailing her. What the hell? She’d kept a low profile ever since getting off that plane, covered her tracks like a pro. There’s no way Hartwell and his crew could’ve pinned her down this exactly—unless they had something more than just expert trackers. Of course, the thought never crossed her mind that the bullet Prescott Ellington put in her wasn’t just for show. It had a tracker embedded, turning her into a walking GPS signal. Didn’t matter where she ran, how deep she hid—if they had her on radar, she was never getting off it. Inside one of the pursuing black vehicles, Paul Hartwell sat with a steely look, clearly running out of patience. He reached into the weapon ca