She’s in the bathroom, trying to comb her long hair. I’m relieved I got her out from under the covers. I don’t know what all happened to her last night. Maybe it’s more involved than I know. I picture Striker’s hands on her and I want to kill him. My phone has been buzzing for a half hour, but I ignored it while Maddie was so upset. Now that I’m dressed, I pick it up. It’s a link from Jax, then some running commentary from Colt. I click on it. A grainy image of the black van moves onto an on-ramp to the highway. The camera’s behind it, looking at the rear tail lights and the back doors. One of the tail lights is out where Sam removed it when we placed the explosives. I see why Sam did that. It makes it easier to know which car is theirs in the dark. Plus it’s cop bait. There’s a sudden flash of white light from the rear passenger wheel. Hey, that’s my handiwork! The brake lights come on, then another flash from the front. The van sits there for a moment. Then all the doors fly open.
