Hard to Kill

A heavy vibration cut through the screaming tires of the SUV. Arturo didn’t bother checking the screen before ripping his phone from his pocket.

“Speak,” he barked, pressing the device hard against his ear.

“Give me a location,” Dario’s distorted voice demanded through the speaker.

“We are in transit,” Arturo fired back, bracing against the dashboard as the driver took a brutal turn.

“Transit