Road Rules Online

Mike didn’t realize how close he and Sharon had been cutting it until he saw the green Dodge Ram barrel up the street.  He had started to close the tailgate when the truck screached to a halt behind him.  Just then he saw that the crate was exposed.

A short, stocky guy jumped out the driver’s side as another man popped out the passenger window and aimed a gun at him.

“Move away from that truck,” the other guy said.  “Now!”

Mike shoved the tailgate closed and dove behind the Tahoe.  “Sharon!  Go!”

The engine rolled over once, and the Tahoe burned rubber taking off into traffic.

The guy in the Ram fired twice, hitting only concrete and a pigeon.  The Ram took off.

Across the street at WSVN, two uniformed cops appeared.  Mike waved to them.  “Green Ram chasing a red Tahoe!  They’re after the Chest!”

One of the cops dashed across the street, halting traffic as he did so.  The other one ran back into the WSVN lot.

Moments later, three cruisers and the two fed cars appeared, tires squealing as they turned onto the street and went after the Chest.

Mike looked up at the uniform standing over him.  He reached up with his hand.  “I think you’re looking for me.  I’m Myron Blake.”

They made their fourth pass around the block when Franco spotted it.  “There.”  He pointed.

“The Tahoe?” asked Felix.

“I saw a black woman in that truck before,” said Franco.  “Now there’s a…  That’s Blake!  Pull over.”  He jacked a round in the chamber.

“We’ll bring them in here,” said the reporter, the bottled blonde who’d been covering the story all day.  “They’ll back their SUV in and offload it.  Eminence, if you could say a few words when that happens…”

“Oh, believe me, I’ve thought long and hard about that,” said Bishop Hewson.

The reporter looked at Estevez.  “Were you or Agent Kennedy planning on making any arrests?”

“No comment,” said Estevez.

The reporter’s face flushed red as she pressed her lips thin.  “We have less than ten minutes.”

Chapter 31

Sharon waited in the Tahoe for Mike.  When he returned from The Newcastle, she said, “Three Savannah cruisers, two from the sheriff, two of those ‘anonymous’ government cars, and a limo I can only assume is the bishop’s.”

He looked at his watch.  “Fifteen minutes.”  He checked the rearview.  “Here comes our help.”

The manager of The Newcastle came up behind the truck along with another employee, probably a waiter.  The waiter carried what looked like a tablecloth.

“What are you doing?” said Sharon.

“Taking precautions.”

She smiled at him.  “You’re smarter than you look, Blake.”

He winked at her.  “Don’t tell anyone, but I’m faking it.”

“Let’s get this thing in place.”