The Buick had begun to shake as it reached this speed. It seemed as though it would fall apart at any moment, and Emily Lopez was getting nervous. But seeing the focused look on James Brown's face, she swallowed back the words that had reached her lips. She suddenly had an inexplicable faith in her brother-in-law and believed that he would keep his word, that he wouldn't let the slightest thing go wrong.
"Damn! Street racing?" A Camry was cruising steadily at eighty kilometers per hour when a Buick, a Ferrari, and a Porsche roared past it, prompting the Camry's driver to blurt out a curse.
"Geez, what are they playing at? Is that a Buick in front? Can even that car be used for racing?" That was another question that arose in the mind of the Camry driver.
