Chapter 33Sean had turned off his lights the moment he’d seen Montoya’s, relying on the straightness of the road and its loud gravel shoulder to keep him on track. Without visible taillights, he hoped it would create the illusion that he was long gone, well on his way outside of the park in an operational vehicle. If Montoya and his men felt that he was out of their reach, or believed he’d used the ranger’s CB to call the police, maybe they’d flip a U-turn and quickly head north back to the city before help arrived.
No such luck.
Montoya’s headlights slowly but steadily grew closer, even as Sean pressed his gas pedal farther down. The front right tire flopped wildly, intermittently producing the crunch of metal on pavement. The racket it made, joined by a new grinding noise from under th
