Chapter 12
Nathan got past Carl with a casual wave, and neither Nathan nor Fury said a word as they drove for the warehouse. Twice Nathan spotted cops. Both times Nathan was miraculously slowing down from his breakneck speed to turn or to merge. Regardless if they were doing the right thing or not, the Universe was never this kind, and Nathan’s nerves began to clang like an off-tune piano plunking its way through a battle hymn. The nylon duffel bag sat behind Nathan and Fury on the rear storage ledge, and Nathan kept waiting for it to start ticking or vibrating or whispering the words of Satan. Not that Nathan would know those words, but he imagined they’d sound like a hoarse vampire describing what it felt like to be disemboweled. Nathan kept one eye on the bag in the rearview and just d
