CHAPTER 87
The helicopter’s spotlight was so intense it turned the interior of the truck into a bleached, bone-white landscape. Vance slammed his foot on the gas, but the chopper matched their speed effortlessly, a predatory shadow hovering mere feet above the canopy.
“He is going to rake us!” Finn yelled, shoving Lauren down toward the floorboards. “Vance, get us under the heavy cover of the ravine! Now!”
But the radio crackled again, cutting through the roar of the rotors. Maxim’s voice was no longer purring; it was cold, precise, and triumphant.
“I would not do that, Finn. Check the frequency of the blinking light under Lauren’s seat.”
Lauren, pressed against the floor, stared at the red light. It was not just blinking anymore. It was pulsing in sync with a low-frequency hum that s
