“I think I’m going to be sick,” Angie said as I swerved to avoid hitting a station wagon I’d just cut off.

“It’s okay,” Trevor said to her softly. “It’s going to be okay.” Morpheus bounded into the backseat and licked Trevor in the face.

We were nearing the end of Wyndham, and in my mirror I saw headlights sweeping down to the end of the Bullock house driveway. The Annihilator burst into view, straightened, started coming after us like the enormous beast it was.

I glanced back. Angie looked pale. “I really need some air,” she said. “I gotta put down a window or I’m gonna be sick. Oh crap, there’s no buttons or anything to put the window down.”

It was true. When they’d taken the inside door panels off to search for drugs, they’d removed the power window controls. But there was still a button on the dash for the sunroof, and I opened it. “How’s that?” I asked.

“Better,” she said.

“Trevor,” I said. “Call 911.”

“Yeah.” He had his phone out and was about to punch in the numbers when I hung a hard right at an intersection, tossing my passengers—human and canine—about. “You might try to get your seat belts on if you get a chance,” I advised.

“Here,” Trevor said to Angie, “I’ll get yours.” And he leaned across, grabbed the belt from above her shoulder, and secured it. Then he did his own. “I’m calling them now,” he said. Morpheus was in Angie’s lap now, looking like maybe he was going to have a nap.

I didn’t have a destination in mind. I just wanted to get away.

The Annihilator cut that last corner short, riding up over one curb and down another. As far back as it was, I could still hear its engine roar with the Virtue sunroof open.

Trevor, craning his head around every few seconds, said, “They’re gaining.”

I leaned on the gas, but the hybrid didn’t take off the way I might have hoped. The SUV was closing the distance.

“Is this the police?” Trevor said into his phone. “We’re being chased by some people who want to kill us! Uh, we’re in a silver Virtue, going north on—” He looked around. “Where are we?” he shouted.

I wasn’t sure. I knew about as much as Trevor did, that we were heading north.

“I’m not sure. But look for a silver car being chased by a black SUV. There’s two men in it and they’re—”