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Maybe it was just about clearance. The SUV sat high off the road. The car now rapidly closing the distance was low to the ground.
Sport-utility vehicle. Four-wheel drive.
Jack peered at the roadside. A deep ditch all along the right side. A steep dirt and rock wall to his left.
The car was coming up with such speed. No more than a few hundred feet back.
There. A dirt road to the right. It might go nowhere. It might go twenty feet and stop. No choice. Jack yanked the wheel to his right and even at low speed, he felt he might tip over.
But the SUV righted itself and bounced onto the dirt road. Headlights illuminated a bright, featureless circle of dirt and scrub in the inky, moonless blackness. No way to see…no way to know…. He was driving on faith, in the hope that the dirt road didn’t suddenly end in a cliff.
It was hard to hold on to the steering wheel as it bounced violently. But he couldn’t grip it too hard or the wheel would come apart in his powerful hands, and then he would really be finished.
Behind him the lights of the sedan were crazy, up and down, veering wildly. The dirt road was harder for the car. As bad as it was for the SUV, it was impossible for the car.
Slowly, Jack pulled away from the car. Finally, the headlights dwindled away behind him and it became clear that the car had stopped.
Jack slowed his own pace, making it easier for him to control the SUV.
He had left pursuit behind. But how would he get to Perdido Beach? The only way he knew was the main road. Would this dirt track lead somewhere?
The one thing he knew for sure was that he could not ever turn back.
FORTY-ONE
03 HOURS, 15 MINUTES
THE DAYLIGHT HOURS passed quietly.
Sam knew it would begin soon.
And in just a few hours, it would end.
Sam kept people on watch at the o
utskirts of town but otherwise advised people to sleep, eat, try to relax. Caine would come in the night. Sam was sure of that.
He had tried to take his own advice, but sleep had been impossible.
He was changing clothes and thinking about the need to eat something despite feeling sick to his stomach, when Taylor suddenly appeared in the firehouse. Sam was wearing boxers.
“They’re coming,” Taylor said without preamble. “Hey, nice abs.”
“Talk to me.”
“Six cars coming down the highway from the direction of Coates. They’ll be at Ralph’s in about a minute. They’re moving slowly.”
“Did you see any faces? Caine or Drake?”
“No.”
Sam went into the bunkroom, shook Edilio’s bed, kicked Quinn’s bed, and yelled, “Guys. Get up.”
“What?” Quinn said, sounding bleary and confused. “I thought we were supposed to get some sleep.”
“You got some. Taylor says they’re on the move.”
“I’m up.” Edilio rolled out of bed fully dressed. He unslung the sinister-looking machine pistol from the bed railing.
