Chapter 155: Vaughn

Tuesday. Streets of Beirut, Lebanon.

VAUGHN LAID ON the horn and swerved around the slower moving car, momentarily playing chicken with on-coming traffic.

"Jesus!" Jamie held onto the door.

"Try to not die," Ghost said through the cell phone.

"How close are you getting?" Vaughn asked.

"The phone's still on. I've triangulated it down to a city block. Not sure I'll get you closer than that.

"Red light. Red light!" Jamie braced his free hand on the dash.

Vaughn stomped on the brakes, none too happy about getting caught in city traffic. He glanced up and down the road, in case Carla had somehow managed to leave a sign that she'd passed that way.

A blue van passed through an intersection one street over. He caught a glimpse of a logo that tickled the back of his mind.

Ghost began speaking again, so Vaughn put the van out of his mind. "Have you considered how you're getting out of the country?"

"No." Vaughn peered at the lights and eased off the gas as the other street