said Eli, nestling a pair of binoculars between the dashboard and the windshield.The Welcome to Bridgton sign stood several hundred feet ahead of them, marking the start of a sharp curve that would dump them into the roadblock.“You ready?” he asked, looking over his shoulder at McCulver.“Strong signal. Ready to go.”A red SUV followed closely behind them, filled with the remaining Vikings. As Eli predicted, the last of Jimmy’s criminal brethren had chosen to ride together as the raid’s shock troops. Once through the checkpoint, they would ride ahead into town and attack the police station, cutting off communications to the officers on patrol, or so they thought.“You sure we’ll be safe?” Eli asked.“Duck if it makes you feel any better,” said McCulver, holding a garage door remote control.Eli slid his Colt Commander out of the holster on his thigh and cocked the hammer with his thumb.“Start flashing your high beams so we don’t have a blue-on-blue engagement here,”
