Chapter 8

"Traffic," Ryder said, deadpan, and cracked his neck. "Also, seven of his men. Can you run?" "Watch me." We went out through the service corridor. Two of his people took the hall behind us. I didn't look back at the room with all the lights on. I was in the passenger seat of a black SUV, doing ninety on the coast road, when I finally started laughing — high and strange and half-hysterical — and Ryder reached over without taking his eyes off the road and put his hand over mine. "Breathe,"...