When he saw Ferguson’s oncoming car slow down, Mark quickly ducked back under the hood of his rented SUV – which was smack in the middle of the road, effectively blocking anyone from getting past – and pretended to fiddle with some wires.
He was interested to note that Mr. Halloway was nowhere to be seen. Either Ferguson had shoved him down to the floor with orders to stay quiet, or he was knocked out cold. At this point, Mark knew what he preferred: he wanted the hostage unconscious and a hassle to hold on to. Ferguson may give up sooner if he didn’t have the man to grab and physically place between himself and Mark, and God knows, Sully would get a cleaner shot if Clyde Halloway was out of the way.
Mark straightened now, wiped his hands on a rag. He started to walk over to Ferguson’s c
