Dean pushed the car faster. It was a good thing we were on the highway because Dean was weaving in and out of traffic. It was an even better thing that he was trained in pursuit driving. I could see why he loved his job; he looked like a kid again, playing with his Hot Wheel toys. Although detectives don’t usually get to chase cars, sometimes they get in the middle of something, like today.
We found the car that was reported from the hit-and-run driving casually on the highway. Or at least it was until he saw Dean’s car right behind him. The man took off in the Lamborghini, flying as fast as he could. We followed for a few miles but soon fell behind because, well, it was a fast car. Dean called ahead, telling other police officers to lay down spike strips that would pop the tires.
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