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I force it down.
“Any other vehicles moving?”
“Not yet.”
The truck reaches the gate.
A black pickup follows it.
“Escort vehicle,” Kane says.
“Can we stop them from the air?” Will asks.
“Not without risking whoever is in the truck,” the pilot answers.
“How far are local deputies?” I ask Taylor.
“Seventy-two minutes.”
Too far.
“Federal team?”
“Eighty-five.”
I look at Kane.
“We take the truck first.”
“And leave Navarro time to run?”
“We rescue the girls first.”
Nobody argues.
They never would.
Taylor pulls up the road network.
“One road leaves the terminal. It runs north for six miles before joining the highway.”
“Landing options?”
“Dry field here.”
He points two miles ahead of the truck.
“Pilot?”
“I can put you down.”
“Do it.”
Hayley reaches for my hand.
I look at her.
“You stay in the helicopter.”
