Panic clawed at his chest. This wasn’t a traffic stop; it was a trap. He slammed the gear into reverse, wheels screaming against slick pavement. The sedan’s driver lunged forward, shouting something lost in the storm.
Dan didn’t wait to listen. The rig jerked backward, fishtailed, then roared back toward the highway. His rearview mirror caught a flash—those same two men sprinting toward the truck, one raising a radio to his mouth.
And just when Dan thought he’d escaped, a voice came through his speakers again—but this time, it wasn’t a stranger.
