Jessie clips the runner, sees him fall, stops to watch the stain spread from beneath his skull.
“They should only give 100 points for an ex,” Dolan teases. “Just seems too easy.”
Jessie rolls her eyes, continues on. It’s quiet for miles, then 3 figures appear, trying to pull themselves from their wreck. Jessie cuts hard to the right, spins out in a perfect circle. Two go airborne; one ends up under the wheel. Bones crunch as she backs up, barely able to hide her shudder.
“600 points enough for you, Dad?”
Dolan chuckles, unable to hide his pride.