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‘Who the hell are these guys?’ Wells asked, catching his breath in the backseat of the SUV. ‘Vesuvius?’
‘I was thinking the same,’ replied Baptiste, as he moved through the gears, overtaking two cars and a truck. ‘Any ideas what they were there for?’
‘I saw them loading something onto one of those vans,’ Driver said. ‘A box with a model number.’
‘You remember it?’ Baptiste asked.
‘Yeah, sure,’ Driver replied.
‘Run it by Anna,’ Wells said. ‘She might be able to track something down.’
Driver turned to him with a smile. ‘Good idea.’
Wells nodded, as if he wanted to engage with her, but wouldn’t allow himself to do it. What the hell was eating him?
It was no time for a discussion. Her sole focus was stopping the two vans up ahead in the distance.
Baptiste pulled into the inside of
