"What did he say?" James asked, his eyes shifting between the police officers ahead and the rearview mirror, they had stopped, speaking into their radios.
"Nothing." She replied, her small hands trembling as she held the phone. But she was ready to duck down at any moment if James gave the order.
His bodyguard, who had stepped out of the car in front, was already in position, his hand hovering near his gun, ready to draw. But James could see the stress in him. There were too many officers surrounding them.
Four were positioned behind James, and eight officers blocked the way ahead.
But the biggest problem wasn't just their numbers, it was the second SUV carrying his other bodyguards.
It was nowhere to be found.
James glanced back into the rearview mirror, searching. And then, he saw it.
The police car behind them was damaged, its side dented, its left headlight shattered as if it had crashed into something.
