CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
“Can’t you drive any f*****g faster?”
“Relax, Boomer.” Ian waited for an oncoming car to pass, then drove around the little old lady behind the wheel of her seven-year-old Ford Taurus, cruising at ten miles under the speed limit. The communications van driven by Marco followed suit, as well as Devon in the other SUV. “We’re loaded to the gills with weapons and ammo, so I have no desire to get pulled over. They said two hours, and we only used an hour and ten of it. Five more minutes, and we’re there. Now chill, or I’m leaving you in the com-van.”
“Like f*****g hell!”
Ignoring his youngest employee, Ian continued to the Michaelsons' house in a quiet neighborhood on the outskirts of the city. He parked a few hundred feet down from the driveway, out of view of anyone lo
