Chapter 84 Chapter Eighty Four

• The convoy screeched to a halt, the air thick with the acrid smell of burnt rubber. George's heart sank as he peered out of the limousine, his eyes narrowing at the chaos unfolding ahead.
• A black SUV had slammed into the rear vehicle of their convoy, effectively blocking their escape.
• "Zeek, Evelyn, get ready!" George’s voice was sharp as he reached for the pistol under his seat. Beaded sweat formed on his forehead.