A block away from the Scanelli mansion, a pair of headlights turned on behind me. The lights were so bright, they blinded me in my motorcycle rear-view mirror.
I gave it gas.
The headlights stayed with me.
I turned hard at the next corner.
The headlights stayed with me.
The streets were winding streets, up in the hills. I couldn't go too fast.
I also had no idea where I was going. All I wanted was to keep distance between me and the headlights.
I turned corner after corner, trying to lose the headlights. Nothing worked.
Three minutes later, I hit a dead end. I could see where the street ended a hundred yards ahead. I spun my bike around and faced the headlights.
For a moment, I stayed where I was. I gunned the motorcycle engine and got ready.
I knew what I had to do. I had to run at the car as fast as possible. I had to fake going one way, but take the other way. Once I was past the car, I could escape.
The car screeched to a stop about fifty yards away.
Both doors opened.
In the glare of the headlights, I saw very little. There was a man behind each door, facing me.
"Freeze!" a voice shouted. "FBI!"
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Chute Roll
AdventureChute Roll: Skydiving--one mistake, and you fall like a piano. Until, SPLAT! You're a blob of jam. Jeff Nichols works at a local flight school--just to pay for his skydiving. Then he hears of a plan to put his biggest rival into a 'chute roll, which...
