Chapter 8 - THE BLACK ARMORED SUV
The driver’s side door opened, revealing a seasoned veteran with graying hair wearing an FBI tactical windbreaker.
"Get in, Marcus! We have five minutes before state troopers lock down the county roads!" Agent Vance ordered.
Marcus ushered the boys into the rear leather seats, buckling them in while Evelyn slid into the front passenger chair.
The SUV accelerated smoothly onto the dark asphalt backroad, leaving the flashing alarms of the estate behind.
"How did Thorne track my private residence, Agent Vance?" Marcus demanded, rubbing his aching muscular shoulders.
"The briefcase you carry holds the global satellite tracking codes for your entire corporate fleet," Vance revealed grimly.
"Someone inside your board of directors sold your location to Thorne's cartel three hours ago," he added.
Leo looked up at Evelyn, his tiny fingers holding the fringe of her emerald green bathrobe.
"Is the mean man going to follow us to Manhattan, Miss Evelyn?" Leo whispered softly.
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Evelyn turned around, offering the boy a warm, reassuring smile. "Not while I'm breathing, sweetheart."
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