Frustrated, the driver smacked his steering wheel angrily. “F*ck! Didn’t he just say she was some costume designer? Why are there SWAT officers after us? We’ve been duped.”
“Boss, what are we going to do?”
The driver remained in silent thought for a few seconds before asking, “How close are they now?”
The thug sent a text, and the reply he received threw everyone for a loop. “B-Boss, they’re already out of the city. They’re less than ten miles away from us!”
Less than ten miles?
Natalie’s heart started beating faster as hope filled her heart.
I’m going to be free!
Natalie began to calm down, but the rest of the thugs in the van were panicking. “How can they catch up so quickly?”
The driver couldn’t help tightening his grip on the steering wheel as he replied, “Dumbass, they’re driving custom-made SWAT vehicles. Compared to this dump of a van, we’ll never be able to outrun them. We’re dead!”
The van instantly fell into silence.
None of these thugs were hardened criminals; they were merely offenders who’d had brushes with the law. All had priors and had served jail time, but murder and kidnapping had never been on their agenda. They only agreed to this job because they were offered a ton of money. They were also under the assumption that this was a simple kidnapping that wouldn’t involve murder.
They never imagined that the hostage’s background would warrant the assistance of a SWAT team. If they’d known this from the start, they would never have taken the job.
The van continued traveling for a distance and exited a tunnel. Suddenly they heard the faint sounds of a police siren.
The thug in the front passenger seat looked at the rearview mirror and spied the corner of a SWAT vehicle. His expression paled with horror. “Boss, they’ve caught up!”
Natalie also saw the SWAT vehicle, along with Shane’s Bentley. She cried in relief.
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