CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The headlights in the rearview mirror leveled out as the Jeep reached the bottom of the embankment, the chassis bouncing on powerful shocks. Zero could hear voices over its engine, shouts of people following the vehicle on foot, likely cops and Feds alike.
“All right,” he murmured to the car, “just need you to go a little further. Please don’t die on me.” He eased his foot off the brake and the black sedan rolled forward. Bright red warning lights blared on the dashboard—the engine was getting hot, he was leaking oil, tire pressure was low, and he’d lost power steering—but he ignored them and pressed his foot gently on the gas.
The car’s engine groaned, but it held. He drove forward deeper into the trees, navigating carefully and with some difficulty. It was no easy tas
