With the others riding with Sohrab, Jack drove the Big Cat alone back toward the highway. Two lime-green firetrucks blew past going the opposite direction, rattling his car if not his nerves.
Good luck, guys, he thought. The building would be a total loss before they even finished setting up. I fucking hate green firetrucks.
“Where are you going?” Rutger had asked, standing between Jack and the car’s door.
“Home,” Jack had told him, as if that were all that needed to be said.
“You are still a wanted man, Jack.”
“Then arrest me or get out of my goddamn way.” He had been in no mood to argue, and was more rough than he intended when he pushed past. “I’m going home to have a drink or ten, and try...
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