A figure in tactical gear dropped into the floodlight glow, visor glinting. “Driver, remain where you are!” The voice was female—the same calm tone that had first called him on the radio.
Dan stood slowly, cylinder still clutched in his hand. “You’re not dispatch,” he said. “Who are you?”
She lowered her weapon. “Technically? I’m your extraction. You just became the only witness in a very expensive mess.”
Before he could reply, the unmarked SUV’s engine roared back to life—and it was coming straight at them.
