Roland gripped the steering wheel tighter and looked in the side mirror, past the cars on their trail, at the airport.
The twenty seconds should be over. Did he get it wrong? Was there still a few seconds left until the explosion? He’d promised not to leave the airport with that many lives at stake.
Roland’s chest tightened, and almost instantly his phone rang out, cutting through the silence. Roland gripped the steering wheel with one hand, reaching his other hand into his pocket.
“Axel,” he muttered as soon as he took the phone out of his side pocket. He answered the phone and placed it to his left ear. Behind, blasts of gunshots continued. Taylor and the bandits were still caught in crossfire.
“Hello,” Roland’s voice tumbled out, chest tightening. “Axel,” he whispered.
Silence pres
