CHAPTER THIRTY NINE
Reid screeched to a halt at the congested mess of traffic on the sloping causeway leading down towards the Queens-Midtown Tunnel. He threw the taxi into park and clambered out as Talia, Maria, and Watson followed. None of them needed to exchange words as they sprinted between lanes of stopped cars towards the entrance. Reid led the way towards the dim mouth of the right tube, where a few MTA employees and two NYPD officers were attempting to simultaneously assuage the tense gridlocked situation and direct traffic away from the entrance, but there was nowhere for anyone to go. Traffic was bumper to bumper. Behind them, at the tunnel’s origin, was the overturned white utility truck that had caused the congestion, lying on its side and still smoldering.
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