I piss away precious seconds opening the door, but then I’m in, sitting. The engine’s still running. As I throw it into drive and slam the pedal to the floor, Drake’s arm flies through the window, glass shattering across me and the seats. I got a head start, and the car peels away before he can grab me. I drive. The sirens recede bit by bit. Guess they have bigger problems to deal with. Goddamn.

Lay low from the authorities