After expertly hiding his car in the brush, Verus slid into the passenger seat of the Challenger. Then, I pealed out, sending a shower of pebbles flying behind, headed toward the Bronx. We had to act quickly, for if we didn't, we signed the death warrants of Rick and Zac, and quite possibly Annie. Within minutes, we turned onto I-95 and crossed over the George Washington Bridge headed toward the Cross Bronx Expressway.

"Where to?" I asked Verus, immediately in agent mode. ...