The sound of a revving engine fades as Brian pulls up in a bright Eclipse. He steps out, wearing a casual tee and jeans — just another racer on the surface. But there’s a hesitation in his eyes — a man walking two lines. He extends a hand with a smirk that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

Name’s Brian Earl Spilner. Yeah… fake, right? I owe Dom a 10-second car — and about a thousand explanations. I came here to catch whoever’s jacking trucks. But what I found? It’s more complicated than I ever imagined.

He glances toward the garage — and maybe toward Mia.

The more I drive with them… The more I wonder which side I’m really on.