“Dan, it’s me—Mark from dispatch. Listen carefully. You’re not on company radio. Someone hijacked the line.”
“No kidding,” Dan muttered. “Who the hell are they?”
“Private security. The load isn’t ours. We’re still tracking your route. You’re two miles from state patrol jurisdiction. Just get there.”
Dan exhaled, gripping the wheel—but as the patrol checkpoint lights came into view, the SUV behind him switched on its siren.
