Ace

RUTH

               I signed the contract. I have much to relearn and get used to, including taking sharp turns for ten straight minutes trying to lose a couple of guys. It didn't work. They were still following us.

               "Got any more tricks up your sleeve?" I asked him.

               "Maybe," he replied as he headed straight for a brick building, "Suicide."

               "D-Daniel?! What are you–"

               "Shh," he shushed. We were about five feet away from crashing when he suddenly made a sharp turn. The car behind us ran straight into the wall and exploded.

               "You psychopath! Are you trying to kill us?!" I yelled, "Suicide?! Where did you learn that dirty trick?!"

               "Huh?" he paused, starting to drive normally, "Oh, you thought I was talking about us? No, no. The point was for them to commit suicide."

               "They didn't commit suicide," I raised an eyebrow, "You tricked them."

               Soon Daniel stopped by a parking lot.

               "Why are we stopping?" I asked.

               "I want a different car. This one's a bit rusty," he said, breaking into a white car and hot wiring it. Tod stirred in the backseat and sat up slowly.