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Then he sees the swerving ahead, the brake lights and squeals, a swerving Buick, and Evan flips the light and siren, guns it.

* * *

Al looks behind. "A cop? That little swerve flagged a cop?"

Diana smiles. "It's Evan."

"Evan's a cop? You're dating a cop?"

Diana drops her head a little, says, "An accident. I didn't know at first."

Al scrambles over the seat into the back, looks under, looks in the pockets, everywhere. "We still have a gun in here somewhere? Anywhere?"

"No guns. We dumped all the guns. I told you to keep a couple, didn't I?"

An intersection coming up, light turning from green to yellow. A gas station on the left. Al points.

"There, that road, turn off there, now."

Diana takes the car through the parking lot, almost clips a guy pumping gas into his Cherokee, takes out a garbage can, and swerves in front of a pick-up truck. Evan is closing fast, gets tangled behind the truck.

Al says, "Come on, floor it!"

"You know I told him to come get me. I just want to stop."

"You're not going to stop." Al reaches around Diana's seat, grabs her throat. "You'll drive or I'll choke you."

She whispers, "You choke me, we'll crash."

"I'm only choking if you stop, so we won't crash."

* * *

Evan gets around the truck. The brake lights on the Buick flicker, Al in the back behind Diana, scuffling. The car's going sixty or seventy, Evan keeping pace. He thinks about calling for backup, just in case, but then he thinks of headlines, a medal, Diana's appreciation, and tell himself, Not yet. Guns the bike forward.

* * *

Diana lurches forward, breaks Al's grip, and slams on the brakes, fights to keep the wheel straight.

* * *

Evan can't stop. The Buick screeches and the bike slams into the rear, skids sideways, burns Evan's leg. He goes up and over, slams into the back window, the roof, the hood, bounces off onto the side of the road, broken glass and gravel.

Diana jumps out of the car, rushes around. "Jesus, Evan, no!"

The bike is stalled out in the other lane, cars stopping now. Diana squats by Evan, a bloody mess as he wheezes and heaves blood and holds a bloody leg, a bloody chest, so broken.

"D-d-d," he says.