The world snapped .
He waited until the first sedan’s window rolled down. A glint of a gun barrel. driver tweaker
He was blind. But a tweaker’s greatest asset wasn’t the drugs. It was paranoia. Leo had already memorized the last three seconds of telemetry. He knew he was approaching the old Baxter Street underpass. He knew the right lane had a pothole the size a smart-car. And he knew—because he’d seen the ghost signal on his private scanner—that someone was jamming this stretch. The world snapped