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“I know.”

“Then we don’t have time to wait.”

Her jaw tightens.

For one second, I expect her to order me to stay.

Instead, she points at me.

“You stay behind my lead unit.”

“Fine.”

“You do not pass them.”

“Fine.”

“You do not engage unless someone fires.”

I hesitate.

“Campbell.”

“Fine.”

Taylor barely waits for my door to close before accelerating.

Sheriff Vega’s SUV races ahead of us.

Dust explodes behind the tires as we leave the pavement and turn onto an old mining road.

Arthur braces himself against the seat.

“Two miles.”

I check my weapon.

Taylor drives faster.

The road climbs.

Drops.

Turns sharply between two rock formations.

Then Vega’s brake lights flare.

Taylor slams on ours, as we go around her.

A deputy’s SUV blocks the road ahead.

The deputy stands beside it, weapon raised.

I jump out.

“Where’s the van?”

He points west.