Chapter 8
The walkie-talkie lying on the plush leather seat next to Lucian chirped, and Lucian sighed at it.
“Car fifty-three to car fifty-four, where are you?” Clark’s voice asked. Tim sat on the rear-facing bench of the armored car across from Lucian, and he chuckled. He wore full tactical assault gear, the visor on the helmet lifted, and he filled in another answer into the boxes of his crossword puzzle. Lucian wasn’t fooled by the relaxed posture. Tim was as aware of their surroundings as any raptor on the hunt, but both the tranquility and the knowledge of Tim’s skill offered comfort.
Though, Lucian had to admit, sitting behind reinforced glass and metal panels that were equipped to withstand bullets, fire, and wrecking balls did aid in the illusion of security. He picked up the ra
