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The GPS on his Italian cell phone wasn’t registering. Wondering where, exactly, they were, he looked out, saw a row of similar warehouses, the nearest one with a forklift driving out the open bay door with a pallet of goods. “The best I can do is, we’re at the end of a road, next to a blue warehouse.”
“Please stay in a safe location until help arrives, sir.”
“They’re on their way,” Sam told Remi.
Remi looked at the alarm panel. “What if we set it off? That should tell them where.”
“If the crooks are setting that alarm, the only ones getting notified are the crooks. I doubt they’d have a system that connects to the police.”
“I think it’s time to see if the Ghost really does run.”
Sam looked out the window again, then looked to Remi. “Ready?”
“Blaze of glory.”
Sam and Remi smoothly went through each step. Sam had just flooded the carburetor, and was putting down the hood.
“Sam, a car just drove up. I’m not sure, but I think it’s parking between the buildings.”
“We’re good to go. I can finish starting the Ghost. Open the overhead door.”
“The alarm—”
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“No choice,” Sam said. “We’ve got to go.”
Sam hopped into the driver’s seat, and Remi hit the button. The overhead door started to roll up. The alarm panel on the wall started beeping as she ran back to the car, jumping from the left running board into the passenger seat.
The engine started easily. He pulled the ignition lever on the left side of the steering wheel down to its stop when the engine began to fire. He eased the throttle, to build up the revolutions per minute, as the engine smoothed out.
“Chad is a man of his word. A consummate musician. Just listen to her purr.”
“Sam, I’m not sure we have time for accolades right now.”
“Remi, you’re ruining a magic moment.”
“A bullet will ruin your magic moment.”
“Ah, Bonnie and Clyde.”
“Right. Blaze of glory.”
Sam put the car in first gear and eased off the clutch. The car’s response was immediate, and Sam drove toward the door.
The side door suddenly opened. The two men walking in stopped short when they saw Sam at the wheel.
“Hey!” one shouted.
The Ghost surged forward.
One of the men ran after them, drawing his gun.
“Put that away, you idiot! You might hit the Ghost!”
“They’re getting away!”
“Get the car!” the other shouted, running after them.