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…was still on. My city: potholes, tram tracks, cobblestones. At that speed, I could feel every single filling in my teeth. And the pure joy — on those forged low-profile twenties of his, he’ll probably need a second mortgage just to pay the dentist. I’d been tailing him for a while now. Even though it was Saturday and every SUV in town had crawled out to forage around the discount supermarkets, this chase felt straight out of a movie. I had to catch him. After the stunt he pulled, there was no way I was letting it slide. He hit…
