(Dane)
Ridge's voice had barely left the radio before everything changed. The second truck came around the corner exactly where we expected it to. Knox pushed the engine harder and closed the gap from behind. The pickup suddenly found itself with nowhere easy to go.
The driver tried to move back into our lane, but Ridge didn't give him the space. He kept our truck exactly where it needed to be without forcing contact. Knox pulled closer from behind until the pickup had no room to slow down either. The driver finally understood he wasn't controlling the situation anymore.
"They know," I said.
"They're about to."
The passenger looked over his shoulder at Knox's truck. He grabbed his phone again, but Ridge had already expected that move. He pressed the radio button without taking his eye
