Lethal Pursuit

Highway to Crest Border—Midnight

A black SUV sped through the darkness at high speed. Dante sat in the back seat with a tightly clenched jaw, eyes staring at the passing road with an empty gaze. Beside him, Boris checked his weapon with mechanical movements—a Glock 19 with a full magazine.

Dante's phone vibrated. Luc.

"Report," Dante ordered without preamble.

"Sir, there's a development that's...