Page 60 of Terminal Voyage
The scumbag grunted.
"Nobody steals from me!”
Declan was pissed. He kept kicking the guy.
"Declan! Stop!” I shouted. "Let's go.”
He wasn't going to listen to me. He kept kicking the guy.
When he tired himself out, Declan took aim and fired a bullet into the man's back.
Once again, the report echoed through the jungle.
Declan marched back toward the van, handed the rifle to Silas, then said to me, "They would have killed us all.”
He wasn't lying.
I climbed into the van, and Silas took the wheel.
Kyle drove the other van.
We pulled away, turned onto the dirt road, and left the carnage behind.
Nobody said a word for a long time.
Adrenaline still rushed through me, and that sick sensation twisted in my stomach. This would haunt us all for a long time.
Silas drove down the dirt road for a few miles, then pulled over. He craned his neck to me and said, "Give me your rifle."
With my shirt, I wiped my fingerprints from the weapon, then handed it to him. I wasn't stupid. He wiped it down again, as well as his, then tossed them both into the jungle.
Silas hopped back into the van, and we continued on our journey back to Puerto Maya.
Kyle and his crew were ahead of us now, leading the way.
We finally made it to a blacktop, but the road wasn't much better than the dirt. We’d only been traveling a few miles when we passed a police car parked on a side street.
My heart leapt into my throat again. I looked through the rear window, hoping the squad car wouldn't turn onto the highway.
But it did.
Soon, it was on our bumper with lights flashing.
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Silas’s nervous eyes stared at the patrol car in the rearview. He asked Declan, “What do you want me to do?”
Declan clenched his teeth and looked back through the rear window. After a tense exhale, he asked, “Is he alone?”
“Looks that way.”
The cop chirped the siren.
“I guess pull over. See what he wants.”
Silas slowed and pulled to the shoulder, not that there was much of one.
Kyle kept going. I’m sure Luciano didn’t want any part of this.
