The truck fishtailed, trailer swinging wide. Sparks showered as steel scraped asphalt. Dan fought the wheel, muscles burning, until the rig slammed against the guardrail and stopped half across both lanes.
The SUV screeched to a halt behind him. Doors opened. Shadows stepped out, weapons glinting under the flash of lightning.
He reached for his phone—but it was already buzzing. Dispatch again. “Hold your position,” Mark said. “Help’s on the way.”
Dan almost laughed—because through the windshield, he could already see who had arrived first, and it wasn’t help.
