The throbbing of the white Ferrari's turbines settled into a low-frequency hum, but the silence that fell on the sidewalk was far heavier than the thunderous roar of that car's engine and turbines.
Lohan took his first step toward the beautiful machine, feeling the weight of the backpack on his shoulders, and the weight of dozens of eyes fixed on the back of his neck.
The hearts of the two police officers raced in a way that Lohan could clearly hear through his Instinctive Perception.
Their heart rates, which had previously been like those of predators closing in on prey, were now skyrocketing in a panic-stricken pattern upon encountering someone even more powerful.
