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there.
    That’s when the first pump head blew.
    And then —
Armageddon in Virginia
.

Chapter 18
    THE PLAZA WITH its lines of gas pumps exploded from underneath, the pavement rising like a carpet being rolled. Flames shot at least eighty feet into the air, a ball of bright yellow and orange, followed by a heavy black coat of smoke. Burning vehicles rolled around like toy cars; truckers and families fled screaming from the restaurant, where the fire had already spread and with it
the panic
.
    I was running as close to the blast site as I could. Heat singed my face, my eyes, and my hearing felt like it was half gone.
    Up ahead I could see two SUVs speeding out toward Route 50. They were getting away!
    I spotted Bree coming around from the far side of the building and breathed a sigh of relief. She was all right. She ran toward my car and so did I.
    I got in the car and punched it up to ninety in a hurry. For a few uneasy seconds, there was nothing ahead of us, nothing I could see.
    “
There!
” Bree pointed at the two SUVs. They must have spotted us because just then they peeled off from each other.
    The first Land Cruiser went left. The second SUV turned right. I followed the lead vehicle, hoping I had made the right choice.

Chapter 19
    I BARRELED DOWN a dark two-lane road, gaining ground quickly on the Land Cruiser. A deep drainage culvert curled along our left side. I came up on the Cruiser’s taillights, and the driver appeared to panic. Suddenly it flared to the right, then cut back nearly ninety degrees without slowing. Then the Land Cruiser flew straight toward the ditch.
    For a second I thought he’d make it across. The Land Cruiser had air under it, but the front end came down too fast. It crashed hard and loud, the undercarriage fracturing.
    The front wheels were lodged into the far bank. The rear tires continued to spin fiercely.
    Bree and I were already out of our car and crouched behind the open doors.
    “Out of the vehicle! Now!” I yelled across the ditch.
    Finally, I could see bodies moving inside the Land Cruiser. The adult was in the driver’s seat. Next to him was someone barely tall enough to be seen.
    The smaller figure reached through the passenger-side window. He put one palm on the roof, then the other. He started lifting himself up and out.
    “Down on the ground! Now!” Bree shouted at him. “Get down, I said!”
    But he didn’t! He torpedoed himself up onto the roof, skinny and cat-quick. His gun was out now, pointing our way. He slid across the roof, firing three quick shots at us.
    We fired back. A round caught him and he dropped to the ground. But not before he’d given the adult enough cover to get outside. The driver’s door was open. I couldn’t see the large man, but I knew he was getting away.
    Bree stopped beside the kid; I kept going. Down into the ditch, then up the other side.
    I’d thought there were woods beyond the gulley, but now I saw there was just cedar screening and tall weeds.
    Suddenly I heard the rattle of a chain-link fence. The large male was climbing it. By the time I pushed through the trees, he was over the top and running across the rear yard of some kind of storage facility.
    I leveled my Glock against the chain link, then emptied the magazine. He was too far away. I didn’t think I’d hit him and then he turned. He waved contemptuously, then disappeared like a cat into the darkness.
    I called in the location and then ran back to see about Bree. She was still crouched near the ground, right where I had left her. She’d put her jacket over the dead boy’s face. It was an odd thing for a cop in a shoot-out to do, but Bree liked to go her own way.
    “You okay?” I asked.
    She didn’t look up. “He was maybe twelve, Alex. Maybe that old. He ran suicide for the prick adult.”
    “Was he alive when you got to him?” I asked her. Bree nodded.
    “He say anything?”
    “Yeah.” She finally looked up at me. “He told me to fuck myself. His last words