I found myself driving down a road somewhere that I should have recognized because I had done a job there before, but I kept drawing a blank. The service road ran through a sparsely populated area, branched off to meander past fallow land, finally narrowing to a one-lane road that traversed an area bordered by a marsh. Cattails grew along the edge of the bog, dying from the heat of late summer. The threat of a storm hung heavy in the air. I knew I had to get where I was going soon—lives depended on me being there.
I’d seen The Boss’s face when one of his agents had f****d up, and I didn’t want that expression turned on me. I tramped down on the gas pedal.
The tires whined on the gravel, spinning faster and faster, and abruptly the powerful vehicle veered off the road, heading toward the
