50
“Where are you?” I asked Conor.
“In the Caprice that was parked by the garage. I’m pursuing one of the lorries south on the 51. The other was headed west on the Loop 101 along with a chase car when they split up.”
“Did you disable the bombs?”
I heard him sigh. “Afraid not, love. That’s why I at least gotta stop this one lorry. Shot at the wheels, but the bastard’s got dual tires in back. Trying for the front, but traffic’s b****y thick. Hard to get a clear shot. Oh shite!”
I heard tires squealing and Conor grunting and cursing.
“Conor, are you there?”
“The wanker tried to push me off the road. Just passed the Glendale exit. If I can—”
I heard an exchange of gunfire. An engine roared followed by crunching metal. More shots, then the clunk of a car door being slammed.
“Conor? Are
