stood there, arms crossed, leaning against the hood of a matte-black interceptor. No crew. No backup. Just a long coat and a stare that said, I know where you sleep. Avi was the wildcard this season—a former dispatcher turned rogue fixer, playing no team but her own.
“She’s not moving,” Holly whispered.
Avi smiled. “You get to not explode.”
Avi’s gaze didn’t flicker. “Because I want the title. Not the garage. The title . Tara Lynn Foxx, you win this, you go clean. I win, I control the routes from Vegas to the border. But if you die? Some desk jockey from the city takes over. No one wants that.”
“Let me ride shotgun. We take the old mining road. Dusty, slow, but alive. At the junction, we split the prize—the cash to Holly, the garage to you, the routes to me.”
Holly looked at Avi in the rearview. “Okay. Maybe we keep you.”
Tara studied her. A liar’s face, a thief’s hands—but honest eyes. “What’s your play?”
Holly laughed, a sharp, ugly sound. “And what do I get out of babysitting?”
Avi walked over, boots crunching on gravel. She tapped Tara’s window with a single knuckle. “The pass is rigged. Three switchbacks, dynamite on the second. Someone wants the Queen dead before the finish.”
Their headlights caught a silhouette in the middle of the road.
Holly leaned across Tara, knife blade catching moonlight. “Why should we trust you?”
Avi slid into the back, silent as a shadow. The Charger growled to life, veering off the main highway onto a forgotten trail of rock and moonlit dust. Behind them, three miles back, the second switchback erupted in a ball of orange fire—right where they would have been.
The desert highway unspooled like a cracked black ribbon under a bleached sky. Season 3 of Road Queen had been a bloodbath—territory wars, broken alliances, a sheriff who played both sides. Now, the final run for the season’s prize (a clean title to a garage in Santa Fe and enough cash to disappear) was down to four.
“I see her.” Tara cut the engine. The silence was louder than the roar.
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stood there, arms crossed, leaning against the hood of a matte-black interceptor. No crew. No backup. Just a long coat and a stare that said, I know where you sleep. Avi was the wildcard this season—a former dispatcher turned rogue fixer, playing no team but her own.
“She’s not moving,” Holly whispered.
Avi smiled. “You get to not explode.”
Avi’s gaze didn’t flicker. “Because I want the title. Not the garage. The title . Tara Lynn Foxx, you win this, you go clean. I win, I control the routes from Vegas to the border. But if you die? Some desk jockey from the city takes over. No one wants that.”
“Let me ride shotgun. We take the old mining road. Dusty, slow, but alive. At the junction, we split the prize—the cash to Holly, the garage to you, the routes to me.”
Holly looked at Avi in the rearview. “Okay. Maybe we keep you.”
Tara studied her. A liar’s face, a thief’s hands—but honest eyes. “What’s your play?”
Holly laughed, a sharp, ugly sound. “And what do I get out of babysitting?”
Avi walked over, boots crunching on gravel. She tapped Tara’s window with a single knuckle. “The pass is rigged. Three switchbacks, dynamite on the second. Someone wants the Queen dead before the finish.”
Their headlights caught a silhouette in the middle of the road.
Holly leaned across Tara, knife blade catching moonlight. “Why should we trust you?”
Avi slid into the back, silent as a shadow. The Charger growled to life, veering off the main highway onto a forgotten trail of rock and moonlit dust. Behind them, three miles back, the second switchback erupted in a ball of orange fire—right where they would have been.
The desert highway unspooled like a cracked black ribbon under a bleached sky. Season 3 of Road Queen had been a bloodbath—territory wars, broken alliances, a sheriff who played both sides. Now, the final run for the season’s prize (a clean title to a garage in Santa Fe and enough cash to disappear) was down to four.
“I see her.” Tara cut the engine. The silence was louder than the roar.