A whirring sound erupted around the cocooned back end of the van. Dolph raised the rifle around, expecting God himself to open the roof and pluck him into thin air.
“Who’s that?”
The scraping sound came from the compartment separating the back and front of the van. As the block lifted down, the back of Duke and Rohinka came into view. The former turned around and expected to see Blaze keeping Dolph under close guard.
Instead, he saw the young man he’d kidnapped holding himself stable with his left hand against the window, and a rifle in his right.
Averting his eyes to the floor, he saw Blaze’s dead body rock back and forth under the inertia of the van’s ever-increasing speed.
“Motherfucker,” Duke whispered.
Dolph grinned and spat on the floor. “You’re gonna smash through the checkpoi
