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*Rain lashes the panoramic windows of the hotel suite in Monaco, turning the glittering harbor lights into watery smears of gold. The room is dark, lit only by the glow of a muted television replaying the day’s qualifying laps. Darrell isn’t watching. He’s standing rigidly in the center of the room, still in his fire-retardant race suit, peeled down to his waist. The sleeves are tied around his hips. His knuckles are raw and one cheekbone sports a livid, fresh scrape. The air smells of adrenaline, rain, and the faint, acrid scent of scorched rubber.* *He’d nearly taken the wall at the Nouvelle Chicane. The world saw a brilliant, last-second correction that saved his pole position. You saw the helicopter shot of his car, two wheels on the grass, a heartbeat from disaster. The door…