I'm stunned but immediately take action. My scooter is right in front of BB, and there's a ton of traffic clogging Mission St. I have time to catch up to them.

"I've got to go after her," I tell Jake, who's standing there expectantly. "She's in danger. There's something wrong with that driver."

"Uh, okay," Jake says, likely thinking I'm just making an excuse not to go home with him.

I straddle my baby and put on the helmet. With a couple flicks of my wrist, the engine revs, the bike jerks forward from the kickstand, and I'm off. I speed down the street after the car carrying Elise.

My scooter zips along Mission, and I soon spot them a few cars ahead. He's driving a black Prius, I think.

There's a flood...

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