Chapter Seven
We needed to cover three city blocks in fifteen minutes, across unfamiliar territory with a squad of armed goons chasing us. Nothing more than a regular walk in the park.
The SUV had been slowed by our detour, but it was still out there, somewhere. A rumbling diesel engine scratched at the edge of my senses, patrolling, hunting. There would be others, too. These men were organized, skilled. They would have multiple vehicles operating a designated search grid.
Despite being the most direct route, the sidewalk was too open, exposed. To have any chance of outmaneuvering our pursuers, we needed more cover. A restaurant came into view, opening for the early lunch crowd. I ducked inside with Teach in my wake.
“Do you know where you’re going?” he asked, frowning at my actions.
