After expertly hiding his car in the brush, Verus slid into the passenger seat of the Challenger. Then, I pealed out, sending a shower of pebbles flying behind, headed toward the Bronx. We had to act quickly, for if we didn't, we signed the death warrants of Rick and Zac, and quite possibly Annie. Within minutes, we turned onto I-95 and crossed over the George Washington Bridge headed toward the Cross Bronx Expressway.
"Where to?" I asked Verus, immediately in agent mode.
"Take a left onto Archer Street, then a left onto Thieriot Avenue," Verus directed, also in agent mode. "Make a right down this alley. The warehouse is all the way down at the end."
I nodded, following his directions. I made the turns and passed a few buildings, then came to a deserted part of the alley, but at the e
