"The main routes are monitored," Adil said, his voice barely audible over the deep bass of the remix. "Every exit is covered."

She leaned back, watching the rain start to smear the neon lights against the windshield. "Then the main routes aren't the answer. We move through the blind spots."

"The timing is off, Bandolero," she remarked as she settled into the passenger seat, the scent of expensive perfume and the chill of the night air filling the cabin.