The underground bar was tucked away in a forsaken corner of the city, surrounded by abandoned construction sites.

Vivian had barely gone fifty yards in her car when a thunderous crash jolted her vehicle forward.

A second car appeared out of nowhere, making a beeline for her front bumper.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, Vivian realized she was a marked woman due to that pesky badge she was carrying.

Never one to back down, Vivian raced her engine, expertly ...