Chapter Twenty-SevenThey exited the studio the same way they had come in. Two squad cars were parked next to Terrick's Chrysler. In the distance, the evening traffic was punctuated with sirens as emergency services dashed all over Worcester. It had only been a matter of minutes yet the sky had darkened considerably.
“It's a lot to ask to expect people to go straight in to the terminal. We need to give them an hour. If Viruñas or whoever's in cahoots saw that broadcast, they'll need to get there too. They won't attempt the terminal. It's too busy. They might lay in wait at the hospital. We won't know until we get there.”
The sirens sounded closer and Clare began to shiver despite the warm September air.
“I think Harley and his goons got wind of your broadcast,” Terrick said.
“They won't
