Free Abducted:Reconnaissance Team (Texas Rangers: Special Ops) by Tarah Scott, Evan Trevane Page A

in the car, Elizabeth Monahan, so I’d rather you didn’t start shooting when I reach the border.”  
    Flashing lights to the right drew both their attentions. Another Juarez police car raced along an access road that merged with Highway 45. Adam muttered and Liz’s heart leaped into her throat.
    “Make that two Juarez cops,” he said into the phone, then, “What is it?” A heartbeat of silence passed and he said, “Yeah, Adam Billings and Elizabeth Monahan.” 
    A three second silence drew out and Liz thought she would go insane with the blare of multiple sirens.
    Adam gave a cold laugh. “Warrants for our arrest? Sanchez is fast. Sorry, buddy, you’re going to have to clear the road. If we stop on this side of the border, it’s hasta la vista, baby.” 
    Her breath caught when his eyes flicked onto her from the rearview mirror.
    “Looks like we’re going to have to run the booth.” 
    She knew he was speaking as much to her as to the man on the phone.
    His gaze shifted back to the road. “Get Medina on the line and let him know. See you in two minutes.” He flipped the phone closed.
    The police car behind them veered left as the merging patrol car entered the highway. Liz realized their intention to sandwich their car between them a second before he said, “Hold on.”  
    The two cars closed in on each side and Ben’s words echoed through her head, hasta la vista, baby.
    * * *
    The clock on the dashboard read 12:14. A car in the second lane pulled onto the shoulder as they approached. Thank goodness, traffic on a Saturday night headed to the US from Juarez was usually slow. The cop on the left edged closer as the cop on the right veered toward them. The speedometer pointed at one hundred miles per hour. The top speed was one twenty, but Ben guessed he could push it to one fifty. That’s what the cops would expect him to do.
    They hadn’t opened fired, and Ben figured Sanchez wanted them alive. The human traffics dealer had to be frothing at the mouth to have been taken in so easily, not to mention, scared by the question of exactly which law enforcement agency Adam Billings worked for.
    The front fender of the car on the right inched alongside the passenger door. Another second and the fender was even with the Mercedes’ front tire. Just one more second… Ben glanced left. The driver smiled, then yanked the wheel right. Ben tapped the brakes. The two cars shot past, sideswiping one another. They bounced off each other like two giant metal toys, then veered in opposite directions.
    Ben jammed his foot down on the accelerator. They rocketed past and the lights of the toll came into view. Ben had crossed this border more times than he could count, but never at a hundred miles per hour. The police car to their right had straightened and again gave chase. Ben gave a low laugh.
    “Can’t US Border Patrol stop them?” Liz asked.
    He hated the tremble in her voice. “I’m sorry, Liz. They can’t. We have to cross through the booths onto American soil.” He glanced in the mirror. They passed beneath a streetlamp and he saw her drawn expression. “We’ll be okay. There isn’t much they can do now.” 
    He should have known better than to voice his hopes. Ben felt the weapon pointed at him almost before he caught the movement in the corner of his eye as the car pulled up alongside them.
    “Get down!” He yanked the wheel right.
    Two shots fired as Ben sideswiped the car. He whipped his gaze forward and yanked his foot off the accelerator as the booths loomed closer. Beyond the booths, blue and red US Border Patrol vehicle lights bounced off the white buildings.
    Liz murmured, “Good God,” as they sped through the narrow booth at eighty miles an hour.   
    * * *
    The car slowed. So did time. Liz blinked as they passed a Border Patrol SUV. A second vehicle went by in an eerie blur of white, black, and colored lights that raced across her vision even after Adam passed them. He finally stopped