The thought burned through him. Fear and fury mixed like fuel. “Not this time,” he growled. If Alvarez wanted an idiot, he’d picked the wrong man. Dan wasn’t dying in a ditch for someone else’s greed. He had not rebuilt his life to die without a fight by the highway.
He pulled back onto the highway, rain washing the glass in streaks of white. The wipers slapped furiously, fighting a losing battle. For a few minutes, it was just him and the storm, until those same headlights appeared again in the mirror. He prayed the busted tire would hold until he could make it to safety.