Finch rolled his eyes, Great he thought. Twenty-five minutes of enduring Roddick and his blatant perspiration problems. The only blessing was at this late hour traffic would be fairly light. Roddick was never one to dawdle and tonight was no exception. He seemed to be driving even faster than normal. “You're not hanging around are you?” Finch observed as Roddick carried out a rather risky overtake on a large truck.
“Instructions from Buer were to get you to the hotel as fast as possible,” he replied flatly.
“I'm guessing you probably don't, but if you have any idea what the hell this is all about, I'd like a heads-up.” Even if Roddick knew, Finch didn't expect him to spill the beans. Roddick eyed the rearview mirror again, taking his eyes off the road for longer than Finch felt comfortab
