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shooting, just aiming down the barrel of the revolver. “Come on! It’s not that kind of gun.”
    She reached over, grabbed his biceps and slammed his arm hard against the side of the car. The gun went off, twice. The rounds created elegant colored patterns of light that soared away from the gun’s short barrel. The pretty streaks of light made it a good twenty feet before exploding in a rush of bright lights.
    “What the hell is this?” Luke growled, now back in his seat, glaring at the gun.
    “A flare gun. My grandmother used it to start races at the county fair.” That job was officially Ashley’s now. Big noises, lots of crowds, spooked horses. Glory couldn’t see the appeal, but her sister said it was good to keep her exposure up—it made things easier come reelection time. Glory figured Ashley just liked petting the ponies.
    “Do you think it blinded the guys behind us?”
    “I think it blinded me.” He leaned forward, fumbling to put the gun down without setting it off again. “You could have warned me it didn’t shoot real bullets.”
    “I did. I said that it wasn’t that kind of gun.”
    A banging noise sounded behind them. Glory glanced in the rearview mirror and noticed that a blinded driver had collided with a side rail. A small explosion went off—nothing large enough to do any real damage but definitely big enough to draw attention.
    There was still one car behind her. Fine. She hadn’t been able to lose the thugs by leaving the crowds—this time she’d head straight for civilization. She hit the brakes, slowing the car just enough so they weren’t going at rocket speed as they took the next off-ramp.
    She took a quick right onto the busy street, dodging back and forth between cars until she couldn’t see the bigger vehicle behind them anymore. She kept driving, circling wildly for an extra five minutes, Luke silent beside her, before allowing a soft sigh to escape from between her lungs. She found another freeway marker and pulled onto Route 93 South. The city lights faded behind them, replaced with a soft darkness.
    “I think we’re okay,” she finally said.
    Luke said nothing.
    She licked her lips. There were a bunch of things to decide, but for the moment she couldn’t think of anything. After a few moments, she opened her mouth again. “We’ve been driving all over. How do we get completely out of town?”
    This time Luke answered. “The airport’s north of here.”
    “Airports are nice places if you want to catch a cab or a plane.” She flashed a glance at him.
    “A plane ride would be faster. Simpler.” His eyes narrowed. “Or are you afraid to fly?”
    “I’m not afraid of anything,” she lied.
    “How did you get here in the first place?”
    “Bus.”
    “And headed back in my Aston Martin. Nice.”
    The plan had been for Glory catch a bus to get back home, or if she’d won more than the $860,000, she’d rent a car. It hadn’t been so much a plan as a vague set of ideas come up with by a handful of desperate people. They’d gathered the money, pestered Hallie until she found the contact information for the poker game, and sent Glory halfway across the country on a quest that was almost guaranteed to fail.
    After she’d left, they’d probably started coming up with alternative plans to buy Dandelion House.
    Dandelion House was the real reason she’d come to Vegas. The old Victorian was the latest property up for sale on the shores of Black Lake. The one remaining empty house not overtaken by an out-of-town developer. If the town didn’t buy the place in the next few days, it would be sold to an overbred out-of-towner with plans to tear the entire place down and replace it with a god-awful resort, privatizing the town beach in the process.
    And Beaux, West Virginia, would be lost forever. Another piece of small-town Americana swallowed up by Big Business.
    “It’s still not enough,” she murmured to herself.
    “You got my Vanquish for free and you’re