“No, I might need your help. Anyone else?”

Trent and Zoe mutter that they don’t know how. The sirens get louder as the police car creeps up our ass.

“I’ll do it.” I got my license a couple months ago, although I’m definitely not experienced enough for a car chase with the police. But there’s no one else who can do it.

“Okay,” Chris says. “I have to put the car back on automatic so we can switch seats, so let’s make it quick.”

He hits the button and the car slows down again, dashboard lights flashing. Zoe climbs in back first, squeezing between us, and then Chris takes her spot in the passenger seat. I jump into the driver’s seat, grab the steering wheel with shaking hands, and hit the manual button.

“Go, go, go!” Trent yells from the back.

I slam my foot on the gas and we zoom forward, tires squealing on the wet road. Chris pulls a mini toolbox out of his backpack. He uses a screwdriver to open the screen on the dashboard, revealing the wires behind it. Adam leans forward from the middle of the backseat, and the two of them quietly discuss the inner workings of the car’s computer.

I want to watch what they’re doing, but I’m too busy trying to keep us on the road. Rain pounds against the windshield, and I have to squint to see anything ahead of us. Sirens blare behind us. I grip the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turn white. I don’t bother trying to lose the cops. With the tracker on, there’s no point. I just try to keep ahead of them, barreling down the street and darting around other cars.

“I think I found it,” Chris says. “Adam?”

“Yeah, that must be it. But if you cut that, it’ll kill the navigation too.”

“Just do it!” I yell. The cops are gaining on us, and I don’t know how much longer I can stay ahead of them.

“Give me one minute…” Chris says, using pliers from his backpack to pluck at the wires.

Adam points to something in the panel. “Watch out for the—”

“I know, I know!” Chris leans close, and a second later every screen and light on the dashboard dies. “There! Done!”

“Great…now how do I lose them?” I ask.

“Make lots of quick turns,” Chris says. “Once we lose sight of them, we can turn off the headlights and hide somewhere.”

I take a sharp left, and we’re all thrown to the side of the car. But the cops stick right behind us the entire time. I have no idea where I’m going or what I’m doing. I’m running on fear alone right now, my limbs so jumpy I can barely hang on to the steering wheel.

“You’re doing great.” Adam puts a hand on my shoulder. “Just focus.”