CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
11:17 p.m.
Streets of Randal, Maryland
The cop car was fast.
Luke was faster.
He came tearing around a corner, driving effortlessly now, one with the machine. The car skidded, leaving rubber on the asphalt. He straightened it out and tore down the long, empty industrial parkway.
He had left the cops several streets back. But it was only a matter of time before they found him again. His eyes scanned the streets ahead of him, both hands on the wheel. He glanced at the speed: 130.
He blew through a red light. There was no one coming. There was no one out here at all.
Up ahead, he saw the prison van and the Hummer. He was coming like a missile, listening to the voices in his Bluetooth headset.
“Stay down!” the guard screamed. “Don’t you move a muscle. Don’t you even
