Permission to Engage

LUCA’S POV

With his attention razor-fixed in front of him, Samuel drove like a bat out of hell, careening the large SUV through darkened streets, around corners and barely stopping for street signs. I resisted looking at my watch for the hundredth time. We’d already been on the road for thirty minutes headed toward the first location, the residence of Cameron Martin, owner of the license plate. The initial directions had given an approximate travel time of one hour; ...