Chapter Twenty-Six
Axel raced away from the storm as fast as he could, slowing down at intersections, but not stopping. Adrenaline pumped through him as he clutched the wheel with one hand and tried to phone Gunn. If Gunn was out of cell phone reach… Axe’s stomach flopped.
But Gunn and Pops had eyes. They’d be able to see this was an ugly storm. Still, Axel pressed the button for voice command.
“Call Gunn,” he shouted.
“There is no g*n in your list of contacts,” the phone spoke back.
“Goddammit.” He didn’t have time to deal with ornery technology. This was a f*****g emergency. But he didn’t want to stop driving. “Call Gunnar,” he tried again.
“Calling Gunnar,” the phone answered.
Axel waited, heart in his throat, unable to keep his eyes from darting to the rearview.
“I’m sorry. The
