Chapter Twenty-EightGerard low and gunned the motorcycle engine. In a burst of speed, the vehicle shot forward. He zigzagged down the road, his wheels spitting grit and rubble. The rearview mirror registered dust clouds.
Gunfire crackled.
Bullets whizzed past him. One pinged off the side of the bike. He flinched then downshifted and careened around the roadblock with inches to spare. His heart pounded as if he were running a race. Perspiration broke out on his forehead and trickled down his spine.
He roared ahead, the barrage fading as the bike ate up the miles. His ears strained for the sound of trucks, but no rumbling followed him. Either the soldiers decided he wasn’t worth the effort or they radioed the next village to be on the lookout for him. Reason enough to eventually get off t
