Nav climbed the dock with sand still on his boots. He nodded once to Mara. Exhaustion softened his face into something almost like a smile. “Wasn’t about the boat,” he said. “It was about minding where you’d make your stand.”
That was the outmaneuver. Nav cut his wheel, letting the current embrace the bow while he steered toward a ghostly trench of water that barely held his keel. The truck, expecting a straight chase, followed the obvious waterline instead and found itself banking on a shelf of soft sand. The tires spun. The driver cursed, heart visible in the way his shoulders jerked. eng outmaneuver nn pickup beach rj273120 free
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