Jeremy dominated the racing circuit, his skills behind the wheel legendary among the regulars. He'd claimed victory in several high-stakes competitions and built a reputation that commanded respect throughout the underground scene.
Most spectators had placed their money on him for today's showdown, never imagining some unknown challenger would steal his thunder.
Jeremy's past victories meant nothing now. With Alan hunting him down, there wasn't a corner of the earth where he could disappear—they'd drag him back eventually.
Alan dismissed the concern with a wave. "Don't waste the effort. Harold's crew is already tracking him. Just handle the cleanup."
Something must have spooked Jeremy because he bolted toward the cliffs without a backward glance.
Running wouldn't save him. If he planned to return to his position as campus doctor at Clearwater University, capture was inevitable.
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Phoebe's POV
