“Daniel Carter,” the voice said, flat and unhurried. “You’ve dropped company property. Step away from the roadway.”
He glanced at the radio. The channel light glowed, but his finger hadn’t touched the mic. “Who is this?”
Silence. Then: “Do not remove items from their containers. Await assistance.”
In his mirror, two headlights appeared out of the rain—no siren, no markings—rolling toward him like a decision he couldn’t outrun.
