Chapter 10Due to the late hour, traffic on Interstate 25 was light. Since clearing Denver and getting onto I25, Roddick had kept the Impala gunned, and a few miles out of the city the interstate was dry. The rainstorm which had pounded Denver hadn't made it that far. Thankfully, due to the dry, empty road, they had hardly dropped below ninety for the last fifty miles. Finch glanced down at the FBI badge in his hand and ran his thumb over the cool, imprinted metal surface. Whilst the new government ID was a fake, it still looked as real as any genuine one. It felt good to have a powerful form of identification in his possession again. While his previous one had been the real deal, this would no doubt serve just as well on members of the public, and allow him the ability to question anyone h
