Page 130 of Avenging Devil: Part 2

Chapter Thirty-Five

Niran

We’re in Bluetooth connection with Salem’s team who’ve split up trying to rendezvous with the two trucks. The enforcer’s leading one, Pennywise the other.

“How far is the comms channel good for?” I ask Kink.

“I’m told about two miles.” He casts me a look which I interpret as we’ll lose touch with one or the other in too short a time.

“Following them on the traffic CCTVs. The Ford seems to be the one taking the direct route to the mall.” Honor’s voice sounds from the car speakers.

“Too fuckin’ obvious,” Kink states.

“He doesn’t know we’re following.” Or so I desperately hope.

“He’s got Grit, remember. Grit will plan for technology even if he doesn’t think we’ve got access to it.” Kink sounds patient as thought talking to a child.

He could be right. “He’s running out of time, though,” I point out, for some reason literally indicating the digital clock readout. “He’s meeting Saffie in thirty minutes and he still has to park.”

“So that could be him.” Kink casts a sideways look my way. “You want to put money on it?”

It’s not money, it’s my old lady’s life.

Honor updates us again. “The other car has turned. It’s also heading toward the mall. Different entrance.”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“I got a chance to take this one out,” Salem’s voice interrupts. “He’s turned onto a side street. Go Road!” His statement is shortly followed by, “Fuck that man can ride.”

“What’s happening?”

“Road’s headed toward him. It’s a fuckin’ game of chicken. He’s making him swerve. Yeah! Fuck, Road, that was some riding. He’s out. Repeat. The hostile is out. Smashed into a streetlamp.”

“Who the fuck is it?” I cry.

The roaring of engines is all I hear for a minute until the engines shut off. “Grit.” Salem tells me, sharply. “Duke’s in the other one.”

“On it,” Pennywise says.

“The one fuckin’ coming in from the north.” Kink wrenches the steering wheel around and does an abrupt U-turn. “I knew we shouldn’t have gone for the obvious.”

I can’t blame him. “Just drive as fast as you can.”

“I know a shortcut.”

Kink does, it would seem. Unfortunately, there’s a breakdown and traffic’s backed up trying to get past.

“Goddamn it!” Kink bangs the steering wheel.

“Fucker’s disappeared into a tunnel,” Honor informs us. “He hasn’t appeared back out.”

“He can’t just stop,” I exclaim.

“It’s alright,” Pennywise says. “We’re waiting for him. We’re ahead of him and will pick him up once he comes out.”

“There he is!” Duty butts in, shouting. “He’s tricked you, Pennywise. He’s two miles ahead. He must have put pedal to the metal and shielded himself with that massive trailer.”

“We’re too fuckin’ far away. We’re playing catch up.” The new sergeant-at-arm’s voice sounds agonised.

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