I found myself running through the night, the cold night air clearing my head—somewhat. I concentrated on the road, on my feet, on the speed and the smells only I could smell. Normally, that was all good. But nothing about that night was normal, so why should that little jog have been any different?
In other words, when the limo pulled up behind me, I was taken off guard. I didn’t hear it until it was too late. Everything happened so quickly: the black car suddenly there; the door opening; the hands yanking me in; the car pulling away with a shriek of tires; the guns aimed my way—and yes, guns, plural.
“Um, hi guys,” I said. “What’s up?”
I recognized the senator right off the bat. His goons looked unfamiliar. All I can say is that they looked hulkingly goony. “Lucas,” he said with a nod
