Payback

Mason

The final race of The Streets was held at the same place as the first one, the docks.

When Laina and I arrived, the place was spilling over with people. They were set up all the way down the street to get as good of a spot as they possibly could before the race started in four minutes. We had made it in the nick of time.

Laina’s eyes were closed as we rolled through the crowd. I rested a hand on her knee, and she looked over at me. She was tired. I could see it in her eyes. “I’m okay,” she assured me.

I had called Benji after picking up Laina. He would have been a mess of nerves waiting to hear if his sister was well, and when he answered the phone, he sounded like a man waiting on a bad diagnosis from his doctor. After finding out Laina was okay, he breathed a sigh of relief and told me that he and Rick and Ginny were standing guard by my Boxster on the track. Harley had postponed the race an extra fifteen minutes to make sure we got there in