Chapter Thirty-One
I tamped down the anger and processed the new information as the car motored away from the curb. Rey headed back to the temporary station, and we agreed to stay in close contact.
I had to admit the SUV was roomy and rode smoothly along the city streets as we moved away from the scene of the blast. Once the red and blue lights disappeared in the rearview mirror, the Brit began to speak.
“Take the next left,” he instructed to his female colleague. “Excuse our manners, but it isn’t every day someone fires at our vehicle in broad daylight. It happens, but not every day. Thanks for testing out the ballistic glass—by the way,” he joked.
I wasn’t about to laugh until I knew who I was dealing with, and why.
“I’m Becker,” the Brit continued. “This here is Daly,” he added, in
