Chapter Seventeen
FABIO HAD THOUGHT the truck couldn’t go any faster. He was clearly wrong.
Katarina flatfooted the vehicle, and it accelerated to a speed he had thought impossible for something this size.
The road wasn’t any less bumpy, and he had to hang on with both hands to avoid being thrown from his seat. Paul hung onto the back of Katarina’s seat with white-knuckled hands. Jun’s face looked pale.
Thalia didn’t appear to have an issue with the speed or movements of the vehicle and neither did Sol.
Fabio wished Katarina would keep her eyes on the road and she’d stop looking at the screen.
It was unmistakable: the red dot was coming closer. What would they do when it got close enough to fire at the truck? He was sure that the people in the other truck would know about the weapons
