“He’s in a hurry.”
Devlin glanced forward to see Hannah checking the rearview mirror.
He twisted around to see what she was looking at.
Coming fast out of a parking lot, a bright yellow Hummer did a four-wheel drift onto the ramp and was approaching fast behind them.
“Don’t let him screw up my shot,” Katie called out, but didn’t look away from her camera’s viewscreen. She wore a Steadicam rig that let the camera float smoothly despite any bumps in the road and most jostles by the operator.
“May not have a choice. He’s coming hard.” Devlin tried to see the driver, but they’d descended into the leading edge of the tunnel and all he saw were the strobed reflections of the overhead lights bouncing off the windshield.
The roar of the Hummer’s engine quickly overwhelmed the heavy thud that
