ou look on edge.” On edge was an understatement, but I had hoped Anya wouldn’t notice. I pulled my eyes into focus and looked away from the empty road. I flashed a small smile as I said, “What can I say? I’ve never been part of a car-jacking before.” “Technically, it’s a truck, so there’s no need to be nervous.” Anya laughed. She lifted a pair of binoculars to her eyes and looked at a warehouse’s rooftop across the street. Michael waited there, ready to give the signal when our target came up Seventh Avenue. A buzz of static from the two-way on Patrick’s hip made the furry-faced boy jump. He whooped with an embarrassed laugh before answering it. “Yeah?” “Streets are clear all the way up to Seneca. We’re ready on Maddison,” came Tibbs’ voice over the two-way. “Awesome. We’re in position on James. Just waiting for—” “There!
