Chad scanned down his list.
“s**t!”
“What?” the taxi driver actually twisted around to look back at him despite pushing hard through a stale red light.
“They already took out the first two on my list.” Each pair on the team was supposed to have five targets on the Top Twenty list of key players. Suddenly he was down to three.
“But that’s good,” Mr. Taxi still wasn’t doing such a hot job of looking where he was going.
“No! It means that my girl—”
He ignored Duane’s raised eyebrows. So he’d never heard Chad call any woman that. Big deal.
“—is probably going to finish the day with a higher body count than I am.”
The driver laughed. “You’re right. That’s not good. We’ll work double time. What’s the first address?”
Chad gave it to him.
“That’s under the cable car. It will take some ti
