Chapter 21
I waited anxiously for a bunch of bad guys with guns to show up while Honey moved my car off the open manhole. I sent good vibes toward Boswell and his ravers. I jumped at the sound of the engine starting, then smiled as the rubber rolled.
Things were finally getting better. In a few minutes I’d be laying rubber and moving at roughly light speed back to the safety of my office, protected by a parameter of electric fence and barbed wire. Then we’d be safe until I heard back from Gina or Uncle Higheagle.
It was starting to look like I’d land with the shiny side up this time.
And as the concentrated roar of the Ventura’s engine over the open manhole faded, the sound of heavy footfalls stepped from its shadow. They echoed in the tunnel, coming my way, and swiftly.
I grabbed the
