Follow them
The convoy moved steadily toward the station, taillights glowing red in the dark. Harper followed close behind, his truck rumbling low as his thoughts churned. Every turn of the road brought him nearer to the truth.
These men had risked everything breaking into the facility. Whatever drove them, it had to be more than greed. Harper’s jaw tightened as he pressed the accelerator. Answers were waiting.
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