"Sera," Zubair said without heat, like he actually needed to remind Lachlan that Alice was not Sera's name.
"Alice… Sera," Lachlan said under his breath, then rolled the window up the rest of the way when a branch clawed at his face. "I think both names fit."
The muddy track curved south and then east.
The Hummer slid once before Zubair managed to straighten it.
The trees thinned, and ahead, beyond a line of hay bales gone to rot, an old service lane reconnected to the highway.
Zubair aimed for it.
The rearview showed two bikes still up and chasing. They were far back but not so far that it seemed like they were giving up.
The flatbed started across the bridge too, slow and steady, a moving wall. The riders on the bridge shoulders kept pace with it like escorts.
"They won't follow across the cut," Alexei advised. "They'll radio up the line if they can."
"Then up the line is where the trouble is," Elias returned.
