her are the bad guys, okay? Bye!
So . . .' Grant said cautiously as he withdrew the phone, free hand tightening round the leather armrest, you've driven fast cars before, yeah?'
Yeah,' said Eddie, focusing on the road. The Lamborghini's grip and handling made weaving through the traffic a precise, almost game-like experience, but the slightest mistake would not only total the Murcielago, but probably injure or even kill innocent people as well.
Like what?'
Last thing I drove this fast was a Ferrari 430/ Grant nodded approvingly. 'Cool car. Yours?'
You think I'd be working as a bodyguard if I could afford a Ferrari?' 'Good point, man. Whoa, bus, bus!'
I see it.' The oncoming lanes were almost empty for at least two blocks. Eddie whipped round the bus and accelerated, the Lamborghini surging effortlessly past a hundred miles per hour.
Grant let a relieved breath escape. So this Ferrari - you took good care of it, right?'
Or you could not break the speed limit. . .' Amy's tone became dubious. 'You're speeding right now, aren't you?
A bit,' he admitted as the speedometer needle flashed past eighty.
Where are vou?
T05th Street. . . 104th . . . 103rd . .
God damn it, Eddie! Don't you know how dangerous that is?'
Just make sure all your guys know that Nina's the good guy and the fuckwits chasing her are the bad guys, okay? Bye!
So . . .' Grant said cautiously as he withdrew the phone, free hand tightening round the leather armrest, you've driven fast cars before, yeah?'
Yeah,' said Eddie, focusing on the road. The Lamborghini's grip and handling made weaving through the traffic a precise, almost game-like experience, but the slightest mistake would not only total the Murcielago, but probably injure or even kill innocent people as well.
Like what?'
Last thing I drove this fast was a Ferrari 430/ Grant nodded approvingly. 'Cool car. Yours?'
You think I'd be working as a bodyguard if I could afford a Ferrari?' 'Good point, man. Whoa, bus, bus!'
I see it.' The oncoming lanes were almost empty for at least two blocks. Eddie whipped round the bus and accelerated, the Lamborghini surging effortlessly past a hundred miles per hour.
Grant let a relieved breath escape. So this Ferrari - you took good care of it, right?'
Or you could not break the speed limit. . .' Amy's tone became dubious. 'You're speeding right now, aren't you?
A bit,' he admitted as the speedometer needle flashed past eighty.
Where are vou?
T05th Street. . . 104th . . . 103rd . .
God damn it, Eddie! Don't you know how dangerous that is?'
Just make sure all your guys know that Nina's the good guy and the fuckwits chasing her are the bad guys, okay? Bye!
So . . .' Grant said cautiously as he withdrew the phone, free hand tightening round the leather armrest, you've driven fast cars before, yeah?'
Yeah,' said Eddie, focusing on the road. The Lamborghini's grip and handling made weaving through the traffic a precise, almost game-like experience, but the slightest mistake would not only total the Murcielago, but probably injure or even kill innocent people as well.
Like what?'
Last thing I drove this fast was a Ferrari 430/ Grant nodded approvingly. 'Cool car. Yours?'
You think I'd be working as a bodyguard if I could afford a Ferrari?' 'Good point, man. Whoa, bus, bus!'
I see it.' The oncoming lanes were almost empty for at least two blocks. Eddie whipped round the bus and accelerated, the Lamborghini surging effortlessly past a hundred miles per hour.
Grant let a relieved breath escape. So this Ferrari - you took good care of it, right?'
Nope,' said Eddie with a small smile. Smashed it to fuck.' The gulp from the other seat sounded as though Grant was trying to suck the breath back in. Don't worry, I'll look after your Lambo.
Not a scratch, okay?'
If it gets anything bigger than a scratch, you probably won't be in any state to worry about it.' He let the actor figure that out for himself as the phone rang again. Get that, will you?'
Eddie!'
So . . .' Grant said cautiously as he withdrew the phone, free hand tightening round the leather armrest, you've driven fast cars before, yeah?'
Yeah,' said Eddie, focusing on the road. The Lamborghini's grip and handling made weaving through the traffic a precise, almost game-like experience, but the slightest mistake would not only total the Murcielago, but probably injure or even kill innocent people as well.
Like what?'
Last thing I drove this fast was a Ferrari 430/ Grant nodded approvingly. 'Cool car. Yours?'
You think I'd be working as a bodyguard if I could afford a Ferrari?' 'Good point, man. Whoa, bus, bus!'
I see it.' The oncoming lanes were almost empty for at least two blocks. Eddie whipped round the bus and accelerated, the Lamborghini surging effortlessly past a hundred miles per hour.
Grant let a relieved breath escape. So this Ferrari - you took good care of it, right?'
Or you could not break the speed limit. . .' Amy's tone became dubious. 'You're speeding right now, aren't you?
A bit,' he admitted as the speedometer needle flashed past eighty.
Where are vou?
T05th Street. . . 104th . . . 103rd . .
God damn it, Eddie! Don't you know how dangerous that is?'
Just make sure all your guys know that Nina's the good guy and the fuckwits chasing her are the bad guys, okay? Bye!
So . . .' Grant said cautiously as he withdrew the phone, free hand tightening round the leather armrest, you've driven fast cars before, yeah?'
Yeah,' said Eddie, focusing on the road. The Lamborghini's grip and handling made weaving through the traffic a precise, almost game-like experience, but the slightest mistake would not only total the Murcielago, but probably injure or even kill innocent people as well.
Like what?'
Last thing I drove this fast was a Ferrari 430/ Grant nodded approvingly. 'Cool car. Yours?'
You think I'd be working as a bodyguard if I could afford a Ferrari?' 'Good point, man. Whoa, bus, bus!'
I see it.' The oncoming lanes were almost empty for at least two blocks. Eddie whipped round the bus and accelerated, the Lamborghini surging effortlessly past a hundred miles per hour.
Grant let a relieved breath escape. So this Ferrari - you took good care of it, right?'
Or you could not break the speed limit. . .' Amy's tone became dubious. 'You're speeding right now, aren't you?
A bit,' he admitted as the speedometer needle flashed past eighty.
Where are vou?
T05th Street. . . 104th . . . 103rd . .
God damn it, Eddie! Don't you know how dangerous that is?'
Just make sure all your guys know that Nina's the good guy and the fuckwits chasing her are the bad guys, okay? Bye!
So . . .' Grant said cautiously as he withdrew the phone, free hand tightening round the leather armrest, you've driven fast cars before, yeah?'
Yeah,' said Eddie, focusing on the road. The Lamborghini's grip and handling made weaving through the traffic a precise, almost game-like experience, but the slightest mistake would not only total the Murcielago, but probably injure or even kill innocent people as well.
Like what?'
Last thing I drove this fast was a Ferrari 430/ Grant nodded approvingly. 'Cool car. Yours?'
You think I'd be working as a bodyguard if I could afford a Ferrari?' 'Good point, man. Whoa, bus, bus!'
I see it.' The oncoming lanes were almost empty for at least two blocks. Eddie whipped round the bus and accelerated, the Lamborghini surging effortlessly past a hundred miles per hour.
Grant let a relieved breath escape. So this Ferrari - you took good care of it, right?'
Nope,' said Eddie with a small smile. Smashed it to fuck.' The gulp from the other seat sounded as though Grant was trying to suck the breath back in. Don't worry, I'll look after your Lambo.
Not a scratch, okay?'
If it gets anything bigger than a scratch, you probably won't be in any state to worry about it.' He let the actor figure that out for himself as the phone rang again. Get that, will you?'
Eddie!'
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