Simon Says by Ashley Ladd

while he scanned the vehicles eating up the asphalt in front of him. When he got stuck behind side-by-side slowpokes, he laid on the horn then drove onto the shoulder too close to a murky canal for comfort. A chain link fence stood between them, but at his speed, it wouldn’t be much of a deterrent and hadn’t been for many unfortunate drivers before him. He couldn’t wait to get out of Florida with its swamps and concrete jungles. It had been nothing but trouble. Finally, he spied a white Chevy van, and he asked again for the license plate number. When it didn’t match he swore. But as he passed it, he recognised Sugar Lips in a long, silky blond wig. “Damn it! I just past him. Now what? He’ll know something’s fishy if I slow down too much or I could drive them into the canal.” And a whole lot of other people who also populated the stretch of highway. “Give us your twenty, and we’ll send backup. There’re already patrols out that way. We’ll get the guy. Don’t you worry,” Simon said in his best soothing voice Marco knew too well. It was the one he used when things were at their most hopeless. Telling him not to worry was easy for them. Although he knew they cared for Rafe as a friend, maybe as a sort of brother, he wasn’t the love of their lives, their soul mate. If Rafe died, so would Marco. He watched Sugar Lips in his rear-view mirror, trying not to make his perusal too obvious, trying not to touch his brakes. When he spied a turn off, he slowed down and got SIMON SAYS Ashley L