CHAPTER 28Despite thinner-than-usual traffic and his sedan’s flashing lights, Bohannon still found himself making halting progress down McLaughlin. Ahead, they were blocked in by an old lady in a burgundy Seville, and, to the right, they were flanked by a semitruck advertising cold cuts.
The detective pounded on his horn three times, not letting up on third beep for several seconds. The lady in the Seville turned in her seat and glared out the back window. After she faced forward again, her brake lights illuminated and her reverse lights flashed for a second. The Seville’s back tires spun and squealed, sending the car lurching over the left-hand curb onto the grassy median.
The way ahead was clear—except for the burning fire truck, lying on its side across both lanes of traffic heading s
