Chapter Thirty-Nine
Jay kept moving to stay warm. His breath fogged in front of him as he made for the edge of Chinatown. A fruit shop on the corner was still open. Outside, a wafer-thin Chinese man in a striped T-shirt and sneakers hunched on a foldable chair. Jay became aware of an NYPD squad car rolling past. With the unused parachute and MP7 stashed inside his daypack, he didn’t want to get stopped. He kept his injured arm from their view and pretended to ignore them. They continued onward, headlights shining the road ahead.
Jay checked his smartphone. Sophia’s and DC’s beacons showed them just off the coast of Miami. They hadn’t landed yet. He hoped they hadn’t crash-landed like he had. Damien’s beacon was also visible. According to the GPS receiver that Damien carried in his pocket
