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telling her to take the next right. “Never mind.” She jerked the steering wheel over, and the bottom of the car scraped along the incline on the highway entrance.
    “Careful,” he warned.
    “Right.” She had promised to take care of the car. Fine. She hadn’t promised to take care of him. “Damn, I wish I had my purse.”
    “Why? Does your purse have some kind of anti-thug radar in it?”
    “It’s got my ID, my credit card—”
    “Don’t think those would help right now.”
    “And my gun.”
    “Wait—there’s a gun in here?” Luke bent to rummage around at his feet. She risked a peek to see him dragging a black canvas tote up onto his lap.
    “That’s my purse! Where’d you get it? How’d you get it?”
    “I had it in my hands when I jumped in the car.”
    “Great! Find the—”
    A loud honk. The black SUVs were right behind them. Only a few feet away. She struggled to concentrate on the highway. One of the SUVs moved forward, grinding against her bumper.
    “I don’t see a gun,” Luke said after a long moment.
    “I might be the craziest bluefly in the bottle, but I’m not going to walk around some strange town with a gun loose in my purse. It’s in a box.”
    “Right. A box.” He rummaged around. Cash fluttered through the car’s crowded interior like so much useless confetti. After a moment, he pulled out the case.
    “Why didn’t you use this back at the motel room?”
    “I’m reckless, not stupid. Besides, it’s not that kind of gun.” She put her foot on the gas, edging forward. “I’m not a violent person. I was just going to bring a can of pepper spray and my grandfather’s buck knife. Ashley—my sister—was the one who made me bring the gun.”
    It was supposed to be her insurance plan, the only way to ensure her safety in a city so strange it might as well have been a foreign country. Something she could use to intimidate fools who didn’t know any better. The thugs back in the hotel room had known better. They had real guns .
    “Do you know how to shoot?” she asked Luke.
    “My father earned his first million making book.”
    “He was a publisher?”
    “Making book . Singular. For the mob. It got him killed in the end. Shot to death over a stack of cash.”
    There was a moment’s pause while Glory realized she’d completely misinterpreted Luke’s words. Clever. He probably thought she was an idiot. Someone who should be locked up because her stupidity made her a danger to herself and others. Not tonight.
    “That means you can shoot?”
    “Probably better than you can drive.” Luke spun the cylinder against the palm of his hand.
    “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    “It means you should put your foot on the floor. This car is one of the fastest production machines in the world. They shouldn’t be catching up with us like this.”
    “Yeah, well, we can’t switch seats now.” The road they were on was small, only two lanes in each direction, but signs up ahead indicated it was about to intersect with something bigger, giving Glory a choice of exits. North or south. She needed to go east. “Which way?
    A slight cough. “What?”
    Too late. Glory’s fingers gripped the steering wheel tight, and she made a decision. She merged right.
    Her heart fluttered in her chest. She could only hope it was the right direction. Las Vegas might be a twenty-four-hour kind of city, but late at night all freeways were pretty much the same. Empty. Desolate. Long stretches of broken-down humanity, so much cracked asphalt.
    A bullet hit the side-view mirror, splintering glass and plastic and her reverie. “What are you waiting for?” she squawked. “Get shooting!”
    “Right.” Luke rolled down the passenger-side window, bending awkwardly to take aim. “This gun’s a piece of crap. The weight’s all wrong, and the sight’s off. I can’t guarantee I’ll hit anything.”
    “That gun was my grandmother’s.” She risked a peek. Oh, God . Luke still wasn’t