Page 96 of Easy Steal
This was it.
This was the end of the Redliners.
“Sam,” Toni’s voice crackled through our two-way.
“Yeah.”
“Stay on Rome. Don’t let those girls out of your sight.”
“Done.”
We spread out, taking different routes, closing in on them from all sides without them even knowing. The traffic out of the city was thick, and I hoped that it would die down by the time we caught up with them.
We knew that their warehouse was at the back of an industrial estate in the outer suburbs, and it wasn’t a particularly busy area, but we wouldn’t be able to predict who else would be there.
“We’re getting close, six blocks behind,” Livie’s voice crackled through the two-way.
Luckily, the traffic did thin.
But there were still others on the road. Many pulled away, seeing how we were driving. But some of the stubborn ones lingered by our sides.
“Four blocks,” Livie’s voice came through again.
I didn’t need Liv’s computer to know that we were getting close.
I could hear the noise of the bikes ahead of us. I inched closer behind Rome, swerving in between the cars that separated us.
“I see them,” Rome’s voice crackled through.
“Fall back,” Antoni instructed.
The brake lights on Rome’s car lit up instantly, and I slowed too.
We pulled back, letting the others get ahead and surround the group of bikes.
They must have heard us coming, because they spread out, swerving in between our cars easily. One of their cars went flying off the road and into a ditch, and I knew Livie’s plan had worked. Another, came to a complete stop in the middle of the road.
Then we saw him, our main target.
King’s car at the front of the line.
“I’m going for him,” Rome said.
“Wait!” Toni scolded. “We need to thin the bikes first.”
With his order, Angel pulled quickly to the side, swerving and knocking two of the bikes off of the road. Their bodies and bikes scraped along the bitumen and tumbled over and over.
It was impossible to keep up with the movements of everyone, but cars were swaying all over the road and bikes went flying in every direction. All I could concentrate on was not getting caught up in the crossfire.
They were not our job.
My sights stayed glued on the one car that we knew had to go.
King pulled forward, away from the rest and down a side road.
“Toni,” Rome said through the speaker, “we’re following him.”
“Don’t,” his voice was muffled.
