“Can’t you go any faster?” Angela asked from the back seat as Jenkins maneuvered his car through the busy streets. Luckily, they didn’t have far to go. Griffin gripped her hand.

“I think the bridge is closed,” Griffin said, scanning the street ahead. “Maybe we should take a detour.”

“I’ve got this,” Jenkins said, raising his eyebrows at Jack in the passenger seat beside him as he squealed around a sharp corner. Behind him, four more squad cars, lights ...