He didn’t pass her. He feinted. A violent swerve made her brake, and he used the half-second of hesitation to slip into the gap between her Porsche and a fuel tanker. Rani’s rear bumper clipped a concrete divider, sending her spinning. Badini was gone.
Sultan’s lieutenants opened fire. Badini didn't flinch. He popped the hood of the Skyline—which was rigged not with a supercharger, but with a shaped charge. A small, red light blinked.
They never found Badini’s body. But on the one-year anniversary of Sultan’s empire crumbling, a smoke-gray Skyline GT-R was spotted on the outskirts of Chennai, its exhaust growling a low, knowing rumble.