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chasing him.
    Jack assumed that these were more of Wolfe’s goons trying to send him a message. But they weren’t. It was Burke’s team.
    Sitting in the remaining SUV, Burke was re-evaluating the man they were pursuing. He had just taken out two specially trained military pursuit drivers.
    â€œHe is just a cabdriver, correct?” Burke asked.
    Carson was at the wheel. He shifted into high gear to stay on Jack’s tail, his eyes shooting daggers.
    Meanwhile, in the backseat of the cab, Seth was taking matters into his own hands. He pulled his knees up to his chest as if he were making a cannonball and squinted in concentration. Unbeknownst to Jack, Seth’s body started to dematerialize! He phased through the backseat and right through the cab itself.
    He rematerialized on the side of the highway. Purposefully, he strode into the middle of the road—directly in the path of the oncoming vehicle!
    â€œLook out!” Burke yelled from inside the SUV.
    Carson slammed on the brakes, but it was too late. The vehicle crashed into Seth. But instead of hurting the boy, the SUV catapulted into the air, did a complete roll, and skidded along the highway. It came to a stop, a tangled mass of metal.
    Inside the cab, Sara panicked. She was not about to leave her brother behind. Using her own telekinetic powers, she mentally took control of Jack’s taxi. First she made the brakes lock, causing the car to skid to a stop.
    â€œWhat now?” Jack asked, confused.
    Then the tires started spinning backward, and the cab raced down the highway in reverse. Jack pumped the brakes, but the cab’s speed kept increasing.
    Back at the wreckage of Burke’s SUV, Seth phased right through the tangled metal until he was hovering face-to-face with Burke.
    The two stared at each other for a moment before Seth gave a warning: “Stop following us!”
    Burke was too stunned to react. Seth phased back through the wreckage and onto the road. Burke looked up and saw Jack’s cab heading right for them.
    â€œGet out! Get out!” he yelled to the others in the SUV, but there was no time. The four of them braced for impact. But the taxi miraculously came to a stop—inches away from them.
    Jack took a deep breath. “You both okay?” he asked, clutching the steering wheel.
    â€œWe are,” Sara said.
    Just then Seth phased back into the cab. Jack had no idea that he’d been gone.
    â€œWe should just keep moving,” Seth said.
    Jack didn’t need to be told twice. If those men were connected to Wolfe, he wanted to be as far from them as possible. He hit the gas and sped away.
    Burke watched as the taxi disappeared into the horizon. “I want a complete profile on the driver,” he told his team.
    Matheson nodded. “Do you think he’s collaborating?”
    Burke wasn’t sure how much Jack knew about the passengers in the back of his cab. But as far as he was concerned, it didn’t matter.
    â€œEither way, he’s a liability,” he answered.

CHAPTER 7
    A s evening became night and the sun rested on the horizon, the desert was at its most beautiful and peaceful. Jack wasn’t so concerned with the beauty, but he certainly appreciated the peace. It was a welcome change after the game of demolition derby that had just been played out on the highway.
    â€œWe’re here, Jack Bruno,” Sara said, breaking into Jack’s thoughts.
    Jack eased his foot off the accelerator and looked around. He didn’t see anything but desert. “Here?” he asked, puzzled. “There’s nothing here.”
    Sara motioned ahead of them, and Jack noticed a small dirt road about twenty yards away.
    â€œGo figure,” he said, somewhat surprised. “You really do know your way.” He turned, and the cab rattled and bounced along the dirt road for about half a mile. Finally, they reached a dark, deserted cabin.
    â€œThere’s someone expecting