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“YOU HAVE THREE MINUTES UNTIL I take off from the airfield 1.5 miles west of you,” Sam heard on the other end of the line, followed by a click as it went dead.
Phone still to his ear, he stared at the wall for a moment before understanding he had another deadline. He grabbed the sheriff’s car keys and ran out of the station with shouts from the cuff circle fading in the background.
A Dodge Charger cop car was parked right in front. Sam went for a hood slide across to the driver’s side. Wilkes body was a little old for that move and he stopped short on the hood and had to roll across the remaining portion. Sam laughed a crazed cackle at how ridiculous he must look. He opened the unlocked door and slid in, simultaneously jamming the key home and igniting the mighty 6.2 liter, 707 hp He
