She sent a silent command to Leo. On the hologram, a green detour path unfurled from Rourke’s red dot, curling around the mountain.
“What’s the catch?”
She heard him curse—a muffled, heartfelt string of French profanities. Then the sound of a turn signal. He was pulling over. renault portal b2b
A crackle. Then a gruff voice, laced with exhaustion. “This is Rourke. If this is Renault, I swear to God—” She sent a silent command to Leo