The car top was down and night air blew cool on his skin. The water below was slow and murky. There was no traffic on the Van Wyck. Mike Hammer shifted into high gear. He would be at Idlewild in just minutes and on to the Pan Am tarmac. Already his muscles tensed. He knew how it had to end.
~ series by Jere Fletcher, (c) 2010
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