Charlie Manx has the coolest car: a 1939 Rolls-Royce Wraith. AIl the kids love it, especially its NOS4A2 vanity plate. Coolest of all is when they get to ride in it, down the street and far away. Goodbye home, goodbye family. There’s no returning once you’ve ridden in that Rolls-Royce Wraith. Those kids are Charlie’s children now. Except for Vic McQueen. She’s the only one who ever got away. Now all grown up with a son of her own, Charlie Manx is just a bad memory. Something to be forgotten. But Charlie never forgets. Not ever. And now, twenty-five years later, he’s got his sights on Vic’s young boy. He’s going to make sure a McQueen will be with him for ever . . .
