I, Q Book Three: Kitty Hawk

I, Q Book Three: Kitty Hawk — page 7
The Interstate Hard rain blew sideways across I-95 I looked at my watch It was midnight We were in Virginia heading south Somewhere in front of us was a Chevy Tahoe Inside the Tahoe was Secret Service agent Malak Tucker who was supposed to be dead She was posing as a terrorist known as Anmar aka the Leopard She wasn’t alone in the Tahoe A few hours earlier she had drugged and kidnapped Bethany Culpepper the president’s daughter We were all a little tense The Sasquatch-sized ex-spy Felix was behind the wheel of our parents luxury motor coach driving about a hundred miles an hour Lying next to him in the white-leather passenger seat was Croc the ancient almost toothless mongrel with one blue eye and one brown eye Croc was not tense He was snoring and drooling and passing a little gas Felix cracked open the window to get some fresh air