Chapter 51
- The engine of the armored truck coughed, a sick, rattling sound in the dead quiet of the road.
- It sputtered again, a final, pathetic gasp that shuddered through the steel frame, and then died.
- “Come on, you piece of junk,” Mark muttered from the driver's seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles were white. He turned the key again. Nothing. Just a weak, defeated click. “Goddammit!”