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THE TELLTALE SCAR
Interstate 16 westbound.
Kyle hung up a phone call and turned to Jana who was still driving the SUV. “Jana, a farmer on the outskirts of the town of Metter just reported his pickup truck being stolen.”
“Is it our boy?”
“There was a police cruiser left where the pickup had been parked. So it’s definitely our guy. The truck was last seen headed west on Hiawatha Road. s**t, Uncle Bill may be right, he may be headed for Atlanta.”
Jana accelerated. “Well, let’s stop him and kick his a*s before he gets there.”
Kyle turned up the volume on the FBI vehicle’s police radio. A report was being relayed that a pickup truck matching the description of the one stolen was just seen driving on the main road in front of the same convenience store where the shootout had occurred.
