Chapter 11
Julian raised his weapon, but Ethan reacted instantly, diving behind a row of heavy truck tires near the workbench.
A volley of suppressed gunfire chewed through the rubber tires and wooden crates, sending splinters flying through the air.
Riggs screamed in terror, crawling toward a rear storage room to escape the line of fire.
Ethan grabbed a heavy industrial fire extinguisher mounted on the wall and pulled the safety pin.
He hurled the canister out into the center aisle of the garage and fired two shots from a pistol he carried in his waistband.
The fire extinguisher exploded in a massive cloud of blinding white chemical powder, filling the entire garage with dense smoke.
The armed men coughed and yelled in confusion, firing wildly through the thick white fog.
Ethan used the visibility cover to sprint through the side door, diving into his sedan parked in the alleyway.
He slammed the transmission into drive, smashing through the chain-link fence bordering the dock yard.
Julian ran out into the alleyway, firing three rounds into the rear windshield of Ethan's escaping car as it sped onto the main road.
Ethan looked in his rearview mirror, watching the industrial dock fade into the heavy morning fog behind him.
He pulled out his cell phone and pressed the speed dial button for Marcus.
"Marcus, I have the confession on tape," Ethan reported, his breath coming in fast, ragged hitches.
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"Send everything to the US Attorney's office in Manhattan right now."
"We are blowing this entire conspiracy open before noon."
