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Julie: She had to get around the white van if she was going to keep tailing the taupe station wagon, but she didn’t want to stand out. And then she remembered, she was from Boston. So she hit the gas, and got ready to cut off Mr. Van. He wasn’t going to get away this time.
Jessie: Tunnels, she hated tunnels. The steering wheel grew slick under her palms as her breathing became rapid and shallow. If only there were another fast way out of the city.
Barb: Gloria caught the sight of the state trooper behind her, light bar ablaze, and stomped on the gas. She wondered, as another squad car joined the chase, could this really all be because her EZ Pass transponder had fallen off the windshield just before she pulled through the toll? It seemed a little excessive. Whatever the problem, she wasn’t going to hang around to find out.
Sherry: When Katy took the job they’d told her she’d be the only one following the suspects. This was more like a parade than surveillance.
Edith: The black limo. What was it about the black limo they’d told her to remember? Cloudy glimpses of the past still swirled in her brain. But as she pulled past and glimpsed Zeke’s pale face pressed against the glass, her memory cleared. She pulled the Hummer hard and to the left, forcing her son’s kidnapper onto the railing.
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