THEO
“Talk to me,” I barked, revving the engine to speed past the Honda
Civic already going sixty. Jesse was on Bluetooth in my helmet, barely audible over my motorcycle’s powerful engine. “How could this have happened?”
“Your guess is as good as mine,” Jesse said, urgency in his tone. He sounded like he was on the move, too. “They attacked both Ava and the senator at the same time. It was a quick, coordinated effort. No one saw them coming.”
“What were they driving?”
“Unmarked vans.”
“Anything on the surveillance cams?”
“They were all wearing hoods. A team of three or four at each location.”
“Armed?”
“Heavily.”
“Any demands for ransom?”
“None so far.”
I weaved into the next lane over, nearly clipping a low-riding truck. The driver flipped me off, but I had more pressing matte
