'I'll tell them.'
'Do that. Gotta run,' she said. And just before she hung up, 'I'm faster than you.'
'No way, sweetheart.'
She laughed, a light, southern-belle sound. Her laughter was cut by the click of the phone going down.
Somewhere in Philadelphia, Lucas thought, right at this minute; getting into an unremarkable car, headed for an obscure destination. Number One on the most wanted list.
Number One with a bullet.
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