The green flare sizzled into the night.
Behind them, the S-7 beeped a lonely, automated alert. Ace didn’t look back. Some ghosts, he realized, are meant to be laid to rest. And some roads are meant to be driven with your hands, not your head. Speed Racer
“What the hell was that, Ghost?” she yelled over the ringing silence. The green flare sizzled into the night
Rose laughed—a real, thunderous laugh. She reached down and pulled a bottle of cheap tequila from her shredded glovebox. the S-7 beeped a lonely