The van's engine screamed as Thompson floored the accelerator, tires shrieking against asphalt.
In his rearview mirror, he could see the dark figure giving chase, moving with inhuman speed across the cemetery grounds. His hands shook on the wheel as he took the turn too fast, the van tilting dangerously before slamming back down.
"Come on, come on," he muttered, pressing harder on the gas pedal.
Behind him, Kaine's boots pounded against the pavement in a steady rhythm. The hunter's van was fast, but panic made people sloppy.
Thompson was driving like a man fleeing death itself, which wasn't far from the truth. The van weaved between parked cars, clipped a stop sign, and careened around another corner with reckless abandon.
Kaine leaped over a fence, taking a shortcut through someone's backyard. A dog barked somewhere in the darkness, but he was already gone, vaulting over the next fence and landing in an alley that ran parallel to the street.
