“Got one,” Ben heard over the transmitter the following Tuesday, as he sat in the parking lot of the diner where he had a partial view of the side of the building. The hijacker relayed the license plate and DOT numbers to his cohorts. Ben did the same to Zach, then, as he waited to be picked up, he saw the man scramble down the fire escape, getting to the bottom at the same time that a dark sedan came to a stop a few feet away. He jumped in and the sedan took off, heading, Ben was certain, to the highway entrance two blocks away.
“Took you long enough,” Ben muttered when Ez’s van pulled up beside Hayley’s car three minutes later. He got in, taking his place behind the driver’s seat. Hayley was next to him, Zach was riding shotgun.
Reaching over the back of the seat, Hayley grabbed a tactical vest, giving it to Ben. He put it on before retrieving the rifle he’d be using—the reason he was seated where he was.