Chapter 197 Keep The Engine Breathing

• They didn’t keep the truck.
• Knox ditched it two streets from the warehouses, engine steaming, and shoved open a corrugated shed door where Bishop’s gray panel van waited with its nose pointed toward freedom. Decker kicked the truck’s plates into a puddle, then piled into the van’s sliding door with two duffels slung over his shoulders.
• “Go,” Bishop said from the passenger seat, already working a mounted tablet that glowed in the dark. “They’re swarming.”