Very Deadly Yours by Carolyn Keene

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    She glanced quickly into the oncoming lane, switched on her emergency flashers, and leaned hard on the horn. Then she pulled out of her own lane and started driving down the middle of the street.
    â€œGet off the road, idiot!” a burly man in the car ahead of her yelled furiously. Cars on both sides of her were honking and swerving to get out of her way. Nancy’s palms were damp on the steering wheel, but she stared resolutely at the yellow divider. Traffic was moving so slowly that none of the cars around her was in any danger, and she had to make that turn. Just a few more feet, and she’d reach the intersection.
    There she was—and fortunately, the light was still red. Holding her breath, Nancy inched out into the intersection. One car from the left passed in front of her, then another—and thenthere was a space. She floored the accelerator and whipped the steering wheel to the left, cutting just in front of a truck. Its horn blasted angrily, but Nancy didn’t care. The road ahead of her was clear. She still had a chance to catch the blue sedan!
    In a second she had reached Monroe. She turned right—and breathed a sigh of relief. She could see the car just one block ahead. And it was stopped at a red light.
    Monroe Avenue had four lanes. Nancy cut into the left lane and drove as fast as she could. “Thank you,” she murmured under her breath as the light turned green. She sped across the intersection into the same block as the sedan.
    All she had to do was shift lanes twice, and she was just two cars behind the dark blue one. It went so smoothly that Nancy was sure the other driver hadn’t even spotted her car. Maybe she was about to get lucky.
    Nancy nosed the Mustang forward until it was almost tailgating the car ahead of her. When the light changed, she followed as closely as she dared. There was just one more light before they reached the entrance ramp to the expressway, and she was determined not to lose her quarry again. But would the sedan take the ramp going east, or the one going west?
    The driver didn’t signal. Maybe he had spotted her after all. He just made an abrupt left, narrowly missing an oncoming van, and darted onto theramp heading east. With a sickening squeal of brakes the van swerved out of the way—and Nancy swooped onto the ramp in front of it, following the blue car.
    Now I’ve got you, she thought, beginning to accelerate as she prepared to enter the expressway. Then she saw the orange sign.
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    No wonder there were only the two of them on the ramp. Well, at least that meant there wouldn’t be as many other drivers to worry about. And chasing a car—any car—on the open road would be nothing compared to what she had just gone through.
    No, that wasn’t true.
    Just as it was about to reach the expressway, the dark blue car made a U-turn and screeched back down the one-way ramp. It was heading straight toward her. Then it was passing her on its way back down the ramp. Things had happened so fast that Nancy hadn’t even gotten a glimpse of the driver.
    But meanwhile she hadn’t slowed down at all, and in another second, she’d be on the expressway! Should she make a U-turn, too?
    No. As desperate as she was to catch him, Nancy knew she couldn’t risk it. The danger ofcausing an accident was just too great. Instead, she’d pull over on the shoulder, get out of her car, and try to chase this creep on foot. She switched on her left blinker and pulled smoothly onto the expressway.
    And then she heard it—a massive crash, behind her on the ramp. Nancy’s stomach lurched. “Oh, no,” she whispered.
    The dark blue sedan must have hit something. The chase was over, and she didn’t want to see the final outcome.
    Suddenly Nancy felt as if she were in a speeded-up movie. She pulled over onto the shoulder of the expressway, grabbed her