Chapter Twelve
Jim glared at the tires in frustration. The night had brought a fresh dusting of snow that was slick to walk on. Which meant it would be slick to drive on. Not what he wanted on his first real mission with the Motorcade.
Colorado Springs road crews had already sanded the primary Motorcade routes and were reportedly working on the alternates…drawing massive “shoot me here” targets to his way of thinking.
“At least they’ve put on studded snow tires,” he tried to find the bright side of it all, but wasn’t having much luck. Apparently chains would be a major problem if someone shot out the tires and they had to get away on the run-flat tires. Each one had an inner core of hard rubber, but if the outer tire deflated, then chains would become loose and could create a snarl. Tha
