The signal had been traced. The coordinates were set. The bastard knew they would track him, and Zack knew this wasn't a mistake. It was a game, and the enemy was setting the board.
The location was two hours away. Zack drove alone, his hands gripping the wheel of the black SUV as he cut through the winding roads. He knew the man must have set checkpoints. He couldn't risk bringing backup—not yet. He had to play along.
An hour into the drive, his phone pinged. A single message appeared on the encrypted screen: Switch the car. Instructions ahead.
Without hesitation, Zack followed the orders. He pulled over at an abandoned rest stop, where another vehicle—a sleek black sedan—was waiting. He stepped out of the SUV, keeping his face unreadable, and got into the new car. The moment he sat inside, the locks clicked shut.