"Four bikes are closing in fast," Alexei reported, looking briefly over his shoulder.
Zubair didn't bother to ask distance. The floorboard gave him the answer — a low, thin vibration under the Hummer's frame — and Sera's breath shifted a fraction beside him as if she had scented her favorite meal.
That was enough for him to know everything that he needed to.
"Let them burn fuel," Zubair replied with a shrug.
Lachlan checked the mirror and let out a quiet laugh. "You'd think Marrow would've learned after last time."
"Some men don't learn until their engines stop," Zubair replied.
He kept the wheel straight on the broken county road.
The Saints' compound lay behind them in a widening smear of dust and black smoke; ahead was nothing but dry flats, scrub, and the carcasses of old irrigation lines.
There wasn't much cover, but plenty of room to make other people make mistakes.
