Pushing through
He ignored the fire in his legs, pushing harder as his quarry tried to vanish behind the building’s shadows. The man’s movements were frantic, stumbling as he darted around crates and trash bins.
Harper closed the distance, eyes locked on the fleeing suspect. Around the final corner, he lunged with everything he had. They collided, bodies crashing to the gravel. Harper landed on top, his grip locking like iron.
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