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  1. Titles by Mark Greaney
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Dedication
  5. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  6. CONTENTS
  7. Epigraph
  8. CHARACTERS
  9. PROLOGUE
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  88. EPILOGUE

He made his way into D.C. along with the first of the morning rush hour, and he drove to a parking lot a few blocks from where he’d left his bike. He parked Zack’s Silverado under a tree, far away from any streetlights.

Leaving Zack in the passenger’s seat, Court rolled down the windows and climbed out of the vehicle. He walked around to the other side, reached in to Hightower, and pulled off his blindfold.

Once Zack got his bearings he said, “What the hell are you doing?”

“Leaving your ass right here. Think about what I said, Zack.”

“Where’s my gear?”

“You mean your gun? You think I’m going to hand you back the rifle you were going to use to blow my head off?”

Zack did not respond.

Court added, “That baby’s mine now. Thanks.” He tossed Zack’s keys into some low bushes nearby.

Hightower was more focused on his immediate predicament. “Wait. How the hell am I supposed to get my hands untied?”

“Easy. Just scream like a little girl when somebody passes by. Sooner or later someone will come to your rescue.”

“C’mon, bro. Unnecessary. We’re on the same team now, remember? You, me, and Hanley are going to smoke out those Muj Denny has tracking you.”

Court just laughed. “I remember I asked you to join my team. Don’t remember you giving me anything like your full-throated support.”

Zack was pissed. The prospect of having to call out to a civilian for help was almost more than his bravado could bear. “You son of a bitch. I swear to God when I—”

Court interrupted. “It’s this or shoot you dead in a ditch. I thought I was doing you a favor, but if you prefer . . .”

Zack slammed his head back against the headrest. “Just go, asshole!”

Court chuckled again. “If you want I can make this look like some kind of kinky S&M scenario that got out of hand. Might help with your cover story.”

Zack pulled even harder on his bindings. “I swear if you fuckin’ touch me, dude, I’m going to rip your head off and shit down your neck.”

“Say hi to Matt for me. Tell him I appreciate his support.” Court left Zack in the passenger’s seat of his truck, struggling against his bindings.

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