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Оглавление“Grenade!” Grimaldi snapped, already easing off the gas.
“Saw it.” Bolan braced himself for the explosion that was sure to come in four...three...two...
The blast from the bed of the pickup in front of them rocked their car. It must have scared a good year off the driver’s life, then he was back to business, swerving left, then right, trying to get his ride under control while smoke poured from the back. Something had happened to the rear axle as well, but the real danger now was fire.
Finally, the driver gave it up, veered toward the highway’s grassy shoulder and bailed as soon as he’d slowed down enough to make it practical.
“Bikers. Ten-four,” Grimaldi barked.
The pickup detonated when they were a half block past it, already following the Harleys toward Centreville. Bolan reached under his jacket, drew the black Beretta M9 from its shoulder rig and thumbed off the safety.
“You want to take them off the road?” Grimaldi asked.
“Find out if we can catch them first.”
Grimaldi nodded and pressed the accelerator to the floor.
